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I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal labotomy

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Maybe just this poem


we were so busy in love
that the little we had
had no time for being forgotten
then lies and one sided arguments
ate their soul into our soul
and into the fragments of our space and time
worm holes that broke apart the foundation
of a holocaust love affair
leaving nothing but screaming rants
to walls and light posts
a trip trap love
seeking new beginnings
looking for ways back into your heart
a heart that was forever sealed against me
we found what we thought we were going to be
and now...
hurt
now...
pain
now...
despair of the first order
loneliness
hovering over me like a pestilence
a demon that there is no need to exercise
the depths have turned on me
mealy mouthed bullshit
has come to haunt me this evening
my screams muffled inside the bottle
(THE bottle)
[any fucking bottle]
there is no North star
there is no light at the end of the tunnel
there is no truth left
not for this
not for me
all I have is this gentle release
better than sleeping
makes sex look like ditch digging
keep your money, mother fucker
I have poems in my pockets
gold watch at the end of it all?
naw... but I'll have a clear and easy conscience
(as far as the poetry's concerned)
[cough]
an r.v. with the wife and kids on an across the country vacation?
no chance, free lance
no dice...
give all to me now
I might not wake up in the morning
and if I do
I might be in jail
I've got a tick tock time bomb
eating my soul away
praying for the gods to give
me my poem back
praying for the gods to release
this god damn death grip
praying for the gods to let me wake up
and you'll still be here
and if not you,
maybe just
this
poem...

- Jeremy Smyers

Submitted: 1/8/2003 Printer Friendly
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