Sunday, July 11, 2010

murmur

*insert vibrating noise here*

heart thumps
beep beep
beep beep
not a sound to confuse with a toyota echo, more mack truck than anything

watch you skull down bottle for bottle
slur your speech and vaporise my cheek
trip upon flattened ground though it appears such rocky terrain in your eyes

snuf your snufalafagus
imaginary friend
bound hands are tied untoward
bound hands are tied to the bottle

ash falls from your cigarette into your drink
cascade it down i watch it fall
like slow motion

gulp it up not waste a drop
touch my shoulder
touch my shoulder

grab my shoulder
nails dig in and pierce my skin

it tastes like vodka
it tastes like dis-ease
it tastes like vodka
cherry cola

i can't believe it's not butter
so i drive when i'm drunk
just to get away from you - slow down when i pass the police station
slow down when you tell me your dying

i can't get that image out of my head
you fall into the door jamb
everyone laughs at you. your daughter pours another drink for herself

its 13 years old and counting
liver hurts just watching
it tastes like vodka
it tastes like cherry cola

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