04-12-2010, 07:55 AM
Though
our being
sets us apart,
we are
a cocktail
of sweat and drool,
swallowed and spewed,
drenching
the drape
that entangles
us.
A full revision of the previous poem, Sober
Rum-ranked puke
tells fresh tales
of anguish.
In the wake,
we neglect
the fly-swarmed muck
for the weight
of daylight.
our being
sets us apart,
we are
a cocktail
of sweat and drool,
swallowed and spewed,
drenching
the drape
that entangles
us.
A full revision of the previous poem, Sober
Rum-ranked puke
tells fresh tales
of anguish.
In the wake,
we neglect
the fly-swarmed muck
for the weight
of daylight.