The Alcoholic

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Submitted: March 09, 2018

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Submitted: March 09, 2018



The Alcoholic


He drinks till he falls

Asleep beside her, his cardboard wife.

Ivory doorknobs break inside his head,

During journies

In and out of hospitals.

He listens to his audible hallucinations,

He writes his final songs in the gutters.

He travels on endless train journies,

Drinking till the return journies.

Back to the attacks by crowbars,

And boots smashing up his face

With death kicks,

Till he is kissed in the tunnel

And waits for the return

Of  the tap of stilleto heels.

But he only hears the strange saxophone snakes

Hissing though the tunnel,

As he smells the urine

Of the morning,

And leaves to watch the crumbled sun,

On a madly spinning

Ferris wheel.

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