3.16.2009

I'll teach you to drink whiskey.

We weaken our limp immune systems
at the designated watering hole
until our phones start ringing
from wives and alibis.

If I were sober I'd insert something relevant here.
Turns out I'm a nasty drunk these days
and a terrible writer.
I forgot the first and best line in the shower tonight.
It won't be missed.
I'll continue, half-cocked and half-hearted and arbitrarily.

He breaks my heart with every
twist of his broken wrenches.
He pays my bills and much more
with his pints of pilsner lies.

Turns out...

An absent father will make you
a lover of men and barstools
both slightly off kilter.

I've fried bigger fish.
Ink ain't forever.

Fuck, Tom.
I owe you more.



Currently reading:
"Death in the Woods" by Sherwood Anderson.

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