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bathroom mini-bar (drunken poet blood)
by Andrew S Adamsbear my scars for all to see
drown in a drink of apathy
mixed with the days i hoped
and over the rocks on which my ship broke
busted and twisted and messed up life
wreckage of which has washed away.
so, you will only view what little
has washed up on shore.
and these scraps of damp wood
do nothing right quite like they should
the telling signs are none but doubt-
and the warning lights so bright, burnt out.
so drown the world in my drink
and wash me down the bathroom sink
along with the blood
flowing from the scars. 03/08/2003 Posted on 03/09/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/11/03 at 11:22 PM Really good, but the last two lines don't flow as well as the rest. |
| Posted by Sarah Brookes on 03/12/03 at 09:45 PM really raw and open. Nice :) |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 03/26/03 at 05:17 AM and this one just flows like a decent life drowning drink. very wonderful;) |
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