all that remains reiterated

“I’ll visit your picture.” – Camera Obscura

 

i am a master of mistakes

i only make them when i’m awake

 

the internet is the best place

to trace the curves of your face

 

fingers, screen

eyes of green

 

i’m more addicted to me

then the me you

need me to be

 

now you are free

having your morning tea

while my coffee is laced

with a trace of seagrams seven

 

your embrace was heaven

but i knew i’d always dwell in hell

seventh circle, the violent

the violence of withdrawals

no, not from alcohol

from you

 

and skin so soft

velvet weeps at its

comparative harshness

 

and yes i miss

your full lips

and kiss

 

while the liquor store clerk

grabs a bottle of

jim beam’s jacob’s ghost

on the shelf behind him

the second he sees me

walk through the door

 

i am a liquor whore

and i only cost a drink

while you, i think

would merit

an indecent proposal

 

flick the switch on the disposal

facilitate my downward spiral

 

my words are viral

read around the world

international fame

yet all that remains

is the unkempt emptiness

of unrecycled bottles

 

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