Saturday, March 9, 2013

Johnnie Walker Dead

It was a wish
made upon the falling scars
of what I would never remember;
upon the bastions of tears
angled in the dust of yesterday.
I hope someone brags about four bottles
that sat around me empty,
watching me burn out.
The red, blanco and opaque oranges.
Bitter painless sugar
still clouding the room.

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