my
season in the rain
when
i wrote
the
dark streets of decay
walking
wet
singing
mad season’s
river
of deceit
i
still tip the bottle
still
drink full throttle
but
that season
was
all about
getting
over you
now
i hardly think
amid
the drink
about
what we were
i
have a new direction
jenny
and her swollen abdomen
this
one bedroom she and i just moved into
my
drinking took the lead on the dance floor
when
you were no more
but
now that you rarely come to mind
alcohol
is still my dominant partner
even
though i am no longer heart broken
and
sad
should
i take out an ad
“if
i don’t need you
why
do i still need
what
helped me to forget you?”
oh
fuck it
the
bartender keeps taking
the
empties when he brings
a
new one
so
i can’t tell how many i have had
but
for some goddamn reason
it
never seems to be enough
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