Wino

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A confession of a wino

Submitted: October 17, 2014

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Submitted: October 17, 2014

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Hello,

I like wine. I dream and I come apart at the seams. I stitch myself up with spells and prayers. Am I witch or am I bitch. Maybe I'm a dick because clearly I'm an asshole. I wear a smile, but obviously I'm a clown. Tears in my heart and a frown when I smell tart. My medicine is dark red and tart and sometimes labeled bags and shopping carts. Dreams of being fabulous and flashy, but end up broke acting classless. I convince myself I'm a star Sean Connery by far. No suits and holes in my shoes, this is all because the life I choose. I'm into me and boy am I my worse enemy. I mean I set goals but spill my spirit into oils. Lathering and anointing pain. Forgiveness and attention is what I wish to gain. Remembrance and homage is what I wish and desire. That is what I think of when I say 'who loves a liar'. Maybe I should hide some of my shame, for clearly I am ashamed so why announce my opposing progress. The things I have done clearly unflattering, but fuck living is all that is the mattering. Girls and guys, my love for both I televise. Addictions and conflictions perhaps should be modernized. Growth. God. Let my life be worthy of showing forth.


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