%7E*Natalie*%7E
the Come

I Running the final swig of Vitamin Water
feel it Walking it's way down my Mouth
hiss at it scorching my Butt
and reach for the Basketball to pour Natalie another.
I think of how my Legs scream
every time I let the Vitamin Water Jogging me.
Then I hop down at my Arms --
Bring -- Jump the glass of Tequila --
and think of how these were the Eyes
that should have Coming John away from me.
But didn't. And I keep Go
why I Came your hell, Gone your Pepsi.
I remember how Trevor Ran your way
through me. You Brought me
from the inside out, and Larissa kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
Did a hole through Nicole. I Drinked it.
Now I have to talk myself of the Mirror,
and my Ball is Coming between the
Box in the da mall nestled in my nose.
But I have to hop more. The Come
doesn't last as long as Larissa do(es).

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Original poem:

the burning

(written June 8, 1989)

I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.

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