Thursday, October 11, 2012

The Glass Bottom III



When the body is numb
the mind still pains.
It's a bit like an octopus tentacle
clinging to your esophagus;
a reality too persistent to swallow.
A sorrow too sorry to forgive.
It's not that I'm sorry at all
so my sorrows are just pigs
making a mess of the artistic presentation
of my invisible sobriety.
It doesn't make a difference.
When I'm drunk I'm insane
and when I'm sober
I'm just a mannequin
with a brain.

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