Bourbon and Beer
We sidle up
to what we say
from edges,
and yet,
we used to
say real things.
The universe needs figuring.
I don't care about your girl
and the possibility
of love for me
is beside the point.
Explain to me the spark
of being someone else.
I'll taste the extra brown
and tell you what it's like
to open up a mouse
and see the magic of
it's parts glistening inside,
and know that each has
it's place and purpose,
and then wonder,
where is mine.
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2 comments:
Marilyn, I sense sadness here. The remoteness, the lack of meaningful language. The way around it via bourbon and beer.
This piece is so nuanced. Very nice.
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