Sunday, September 5, 2010

drink. drunk. drink

why do we have to be drunk.

.to.
.get.
.close?

are we that unable to communicate,
that we must slur our meanings
and stagger over our questions?

must we disable our conscience so thoroughly
to share ourselves
without hesitation

gin spoke of sorrows

vodka made him approachable

whiskey had her seeming interesting

and tequila left him paralysed

.but honest non the less.

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