lily-pad liquor

i’m in a bottle of liquor and i’m getting sicker than ever forever and never shall i recall my disconcerting thoughts mixed and caught in a web of disgrace and fire burning higher and higher so high so high it’s past nine and i’m waiting for the double digit effect that affects the dialect of a trek of horror and fear that what lies ahead is cold and dead instead of a simple explanation for protection my selection of choices is chosen by me and some other unknown brother watching me struggle in this bottle of drunken massacre and after her i run and run and tired of running cause i just want to walk and talk to some sense my sense of what’s spent is bent from the bottle.

~ by JF on August 19, 2006.