December 2009
83 posts
Drunk as Drunk
Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake Of our boat that is made of flowers, Feasted, we guide it - our fingers Like tallows adorned with yellow metal - Over the sky’s hot rim, The day’s last breath in our sails. Pinned by the sun between solstice And equinox, drowsy and tangled together We drifted for months and woke With the...
“Whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn’t help the mind and isn’t...”
– Bukowski
“I don’t hate people, I just feel better when they aren’t around.”
– Charles Bukowski
