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Digital Drunk Clock

by Christopher Shin

Why is the dangers
seem so bleak?
When the world
explodes with
options.

All I have is excuses
of the truth.
The mind clouds
as word mix
liquor.

The grapes
of red burn
bright in
the veins.

And I stare
at the crimson
digital time.

I have lyrics
blaring with
ideals and thoughts.
But I'm all
alone.

And you are all
around.

03/26/2010

Posted on 03/27/2010
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 03/30/10 at 05:15 AM

I friggin hate the accusing red glare of those friggin clocks. Green is a much more drunk friendly colour! Good read.

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