grapes in brilliant liquid form
comfort the storm in this leaky heart
the day of forced hallmark tradition
stung in your words
and i had to keep my fingers smoking
in order to not break things.
seems these days i'm trying to recover
from one long nightmarish hangover.
if its not death parading on my door step
then its you dressed for a black tie affair.
thank god for silence between bed sheets
interrupted by early morning sirens.
thank god for indifference and aloofness
interrupted by the need to connect.
sometimes the immediate craving in you
mixes with the dormant seed inside me.
and the wreckage of my life subsides
into a pile of rubble, dust, and some ashes.
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