the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Drinking and Cursing

Into warm rust is a bag of bad blood,
Spoiled, left out in the unforgetting sun.
The honesty is the exposure
Of these pictures and numbers, 0-9
Until the roll goes bad and
Tumbles over the skeleton's spine.
Unnecessary invisible characters
Just wrestle between the unread pages,
Pared off from the brevity,
But stained to ink readily.

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