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August 16, 2005
something for the spilt wine
stranded without fame
in the burrows of a casket
I need a glass of
something
for the pain behind my eye
lemons and tinker toys
spill from the unfurnished reply
robes slide under the doormat
and freckles hot to the touch
the shopping cart has shrunken
and the sirloin is safe
only a few bottles of piss
to break ice for
I only follow the path
for as long as I can see the door
there is a catch
and Im not sure when it starts
to kick in
Posted by Drexler at August 16, 2005 01:27 PM