by on September 5, 2008 :: 0 comments

I cleaned my glasses
because I never saw
ghosts before. The one
I saw yesterday

was wicked and drank
all my liquor. I
saw a cadaver
and it looked like me.

One of these days
I would hit bottom
I was told. In all
my years I did not

believe the bottom
would happen to me.
I thought I had a
better destiny.

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