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Poems 2006 Give me a glass of water with lemon
and a shot of vodka on the side.
I came to the crossroads to find it crowded
so I took the path without the arrow.
Thoughts like these are so weather-worn
it only felt right to hang them out to dry.
You came home today with sunburn-
poor baby;
you have no clue how hard it was
not to touch you.
All the packs of cigarettes are empty
and there's a castle of soda cans in the hall.
Thin figures stand over stove tops
begging water to boil
as t.v. screens scream like our parents did.
“You will burn in Hell for your sins!”
Sometimes, I remember home,
but that died in a hospital bed
some years ago.
Rough hands, you complain;
but I rather like the feel of leather on my face.
My brain hurts;
it's crowded.
I think I’ll take another shot,
but this time;
hold the water.
