he secures another swig
searching for sugar
of life

his fix mixed itself
a double-shot of denial

so depressed he forgets
to swallow, to live
forgets himself,

he left himself for a few
in that bottle

like a tiny ship
we can't reach
but try

02/10/2006

Author's Note: Dedicated to Dave, and those who share his affliction.

Posted on 02/10/2006
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