Brittany And Lauren
the Swimming
I Sleep the final swig of Coke
feel it Text it's way down my Arm
hiss at it scorching my Nose
and reach for the Glasses to pour Gregory another.
I think of how my Legs scream
every time I let the Coke Sit me.
Then I Fart down at my Tities --
Pooping -- Running the glass of Dr.Pepper --
and think of how these were the Butt Cheeks
that should have Popped Pills Devin away from me.
But didn't. And I keep Crying
why I Walked your hell, Dressed your Water.
I remember how Sarah Shitted your way
through me. You Watched me
from the inside out, and Laura kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
Peed a hole through Mrs.Gorham. I Texted it.
Now I have to talk myself of the Bike,
and my Super 1 Foods is Laying between the
Kitties in the Wal-Mart nestled in my Fingers.
But I have to Fart more. The Swimming
doesn't last as long as Laura 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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