Wednesday, October 31, 2012

My Own Plan

I'm lonely
but if you know me
you know I'm comfortable
in the back of your mind
where time ticks a fist
and glides a blade
across the veins
in my brain
that still carry your scent.

Man made whiskey
and whiskey invented chivalry
when blended with man,
when blended with me.

I'm sleeping alone
in a selfless trade to bargain
between a god and devil
that never cared enough to exist
but if no one bids no one wins.
So who gets the keys to me?
I guess I would
and I'd like a joyride
across the desert.

I made whiskey
and whiskey invented misery
when mixed with my faults,
when mixed with memories.

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