17
Jan
09

The Widow’s Pub

You repay my love
with shots of black venom
yet I come to the bar
night after night
until I lay
drunk and numb

self medicating
with a poisonous cure?

Alas I know it
will do me no good

I am not the fool
you take me for

Humbly I stack the glasses
constructing a magnificent
tower from which
I would gladly jump from

Drunk am I now
and clouded is my mind

forgive me…

For I must stumble home,
pass out,
and suspend myself in slumber

if I am going to see
you tomorrow


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