Thursday, October 11, 2012

The Glass Bottom II



Where'd the world go
when it left with you?
Mine went down and rose again,
smooth, from the dead;
I fell with it and woke up
in the mouth of a river
of my own vomit.
Not one of my best moments
but it beats pissing in the wind
backwards down the sidewalk.
I had an overwhelming feeling
of rejection from you;
from death.

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