Monday, June 12, 2006

Composed between sleeping and awakening

I feel like this should become something more:

I walked up to the bar
and sat down beside my pain.
Fiddling with a napkin,
I offered my pain a drink.
"Just water," he said, "I prefer to live in clarity."
I told him to suit himself, and ask the barkeep for a scotch.
I prefer to live in ease.

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