Friday, September 2, 2011

eye's cocktail

My red glass is full
on the table but you keep pouring
I don't see it but I feel it
when the sweet overflow drips out
bubbles and runs over the edge
now on my thighs
I want to tell you to stop
but I can't then you drop a pebble inside
so my drink splashes over and I catch it
now in my mouth
Somehow your words go unheard-
You shout in my face and I close
my ears in the dust storm but slurp up
the meaning in my palms now wet
not once
not twice
not three times-
I lose count -- how deep is this well?,
five fingers shallow-ly stir
-----the cocktail.

Alas lonely the cup sits
unable to quench
this ever-growing
dry -- bone -- thirst

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