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one more thread
by Rachelle Howemy head is filled to overflowing
with arsenic thoughts and
fermented beer.
i take in barely anything,
but even in the blur,
i can sense her there, and
even in the darkness
of my man-made solitude
i feel her toes bring life
to my deadened cells.
she sits there, poised,
glasses perched atop her
princess nose, just so, while
i write poetry and pour myself
into the glossy lines.
i don't need to lift my pen,
don't need to stop to breathe.
i would have to be oblivious
not to see her smile,
even with eyes sewn shut. 07/20/2002 Author's Note: for jennifer, written drunk and by hand well over a year ago. O.O forgive me. ;)
Posted on 10/24/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 10/24/03 at 06:13 PM this is some damn good drunken poetry, Rachelle. I don't drink, but if I did, I doubt anything I wrote by hand would be legible, let alone this good. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/26/03 at 04:19 AM I love the way you mesh yourself with the alcohol until it becomes hard to discern between the two states. That is the essence of drinking. Very well done! |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/29/03 at 03:23 PM So THAT'S how to write brilliant and incomparable poetry. Getting DRUNK! Okay. *off to liquor store* |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 11/19/03 at 10:27 PM "i write poetry and pour myself into the glossy lines" darling that's a beautiful line...love it...
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