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freeing my agony

September 8th, 2013 § 0 comments

Poem #238 for Nancy Paris

 

I always try to drink to forget.
Problem is, the more I drink
the more I remember

I know this but I still
forget

It’s the sweet spot I work towards
that magic hour when the booze
energizes
like adrenaline;
when I smile and it all feels good
when I forget how sad I am
when my teeth begin to get numb

It is about the moment that replaces the click

when music sounds good
when life sounds good

when it makes life matter
if only for a moment

until the memories start flooding back
and I will try
yet again
to forget
or
until I become fun once again…

af

(written in little notebook…drunk)

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