Day: March 26, 2010

I want to eat wings,

poetry

and i want to be alone,
and i want to get drunk,
sopping, stupid, pissed drunk;
so that i’ll see double
the wings on my plate;
and i’ll not mind
the burning, outside my mouth;
and i’ll even sadistically enjoy
the fire soon to come;
and i’ll not notice
that i’m alone,
instead focusing only
on the close companionship
of greasy, spicy, wing flavored alcohol,
cause I don’t want to feel alone tonight.

A River

poetry

Pour out, sweet mercy like a stream
Your ways bring waves
No longer in my own power to stand
But for yours, and only yours

Pour, steadily pour, through all land
Your stream becomes a sea
No longer without footsteps to follow
But for yours, and only yours

Pour onto parched tree and forest
Your water brings reprieve
No other grace can touch me
But for yours, and only yours

Pour a thousand days in me
Your endless cup spills out
No heart can find peace but your arms
But for yours, and only yours