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May 02, 2005
Under the Verve Label
another drink and I
wont miss her
that’s what the man
on the harmon/kardon
keeps repeating
I turn it up
and fill the glass
one more time
I look forward to the days
where Ive lost
everything but the desire
guzzling rotgut with fleas
and los paranoias
gnawing on my ear
then the real drinking will commence
no more distractions
no more women
to charm my fingers free
of whatever bottle
I was about to engage
I steal kisses
from the mouth of the fox
4 days a week
she keeps me going
with her charitable submissions
we both know
that things will never
be to our liking
but things seldom are
in this life of denial
and repression
the best you can hope for
are moments of purity
fleeting between split seconds
and the gallant ideas
we never dare to pursue
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 05:15 PM