Drunken Solitude

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Absent attendance.

With Sailor Jerry droughted at my feet, I dial zero

And ask for her home number

It's not the first time the operators hung up on me

I need to know I'm known, I should go out

I search for old photographs of you or us,

An attempt to trigger tears

Your presence is a present, even on paper

But my eyes stay dry & my blood runs numb

My mind says life is neverlasting nothingness

How do we know never or forever?

And nothing is something else, I'll say

I'm quick to forget my troubles & my sorrows

I like that, but people seem intent to remind

Dwell on a positive long enough and it will subtract

The 'M' can stand for magic, matrix, or mystery!

On that thought I'll her call back

Submitted: July 15, 2009

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Wed, July 22nd, 2009 7:47pm


Thank you again kind sir!

Wed, July 22nd, 2009 6:07pm

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