Wine for Dinner
This is my specialty
I call it Delicious
Bridget Jones
Bukowski
It is a glass of excuses
Tastes like glitter
I make it like this:
Open
Pour
Recover
This Is Just to Say
Those pens were mine
Before I stole them
Same as the files and paper clips
Just because you are cheap
Does not mean you won’t pay people what they’re worth
You’ll just have expensive enemies
Who simply take without asking
Has Yet to Build a Raft
I slipped into a river last night
My hair was wet
My clothes were soaked through
Bramble hooked into the current
Water sopped down my back
My head lopping heavily
Some dreams just keep going
Waking up is only slipping into the same river
Never
Never, never drink plum brandy
That’s been sitting unscrewed in a bottom cabinet
Since the holidays
If you’re that desperate for a good time
Go find one
Silverlake
There’s so much to cry about
I’ve decided to join the tar pits
So my sadness can be immortalized
With the dinosaurs
I’m just so full of tears
Like a trillion bath bubbles for my eyes
And ouch
I’d rather sit in mud and become a statue
Besides wooly mammoths are probably warm
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