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Destructive tendencies

by Cymbre Dolphay

The kitchen floor is littered with bottles
of sage, russet, and diamond clear
each one stands like a grave marker
("Here lies Jim Beam-Born:Happy Hour Died:Sunrise"
"Here lies Jack Daniels-My Only Friend")
this valley of glass is lucid
but manages to mask every flaw
all substances are masochistic panaceas
and every bottle is bone dry...

Another cigarette falls from broken lips
to settle among the alcoholic wasteland
while the smoke forms clouds above
to choke off the anguished cries that lurk
beneath the tongue of the crucified soul
who walks the valley of the shadow of flasks

When the sunlight breaks the horizon
its rays will illuminate
a field of fragmentary glass,
a morning fog of unfiltered daydreams,
and an ocean or two of blood,
because the drinker has run dry...

02/17/2004

Author's Note: "There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them."~Lullaby, Chuck Palahniuk

Posted on 02/17/2004
Copyright © 2024 Cymbre Dolphay

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Andrew S Adams on 02/17/04 at 11:48 PM

dear god, cymbre. this is beautiful and heartbreaking and vivid and horrifying all in one breath. there are very few words that can describe the power that this encompasses. i hope things are looking up for you, child. peace:a

Posted by Beth K Hannah on 02/18/04 at 12:26 AM

oh, pretty, my darling. It made me drop a few tears. *hugs*

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