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May 16, 2005
whisky and the wetlands (9/2003)
shadows writhe under the tarmac
a concrete sky
bolted secure by the approach of autumn
I line my glass with Bushmills
drop down into the unemployed position
and watch the disolve occur
the sunlight
the moonlight
wax figures in motion
pigeons contemplating a dialog
with a plastic owl
nothing lasts longer
than the waitng room blues;
the lateral movement
(still months away)
weighs against the wallet
the lining in both it, and my liver
are enough cause to pause for a refill
the woman i love
leaves me with good liquor and dope
she knows there is more than one way
to distract
the motion sickness that I incur
whenever the wheels
dislodge the rust
and begin to turn
she knows other things
without me having to paint them
under my eyelashes
or on my tombstone
it is easy
to love a woman like that
one day
this will all be murky
and I
will be far removed
from it
sipping on someone else's finest
sweating it out on a weathered couch
losing daylight
as I try and decide how far
the clock will turn
before I decide to tune it out
like everything else
Posted by Drexler at May 16, 2005 03:47 PM