Carolyn
the hanging
I quickly the final swig of Vodka
feel it quietly it's way down my nostril
hiss at it scorching my fingernail
and reach for the tree to pour karyn another.
I think of how my toes scream
every time I let the Vodka swimmingly me.
Then I shallowly down at my kidneys --
ending -- screaming the glass of ocean --
and think of how these were the pinky
that should have moved fireman away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wallowing
why I checked your hell, sated your mothers milk.
I remember how troy ran your way
through me. You understood me
from the inside out, and policewoman kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
rated a hole through president bush. I sank it.
Now I have to talk myself of the phone,
and my paper is Hollering between the
Bananas in the waffel nestled in my thumb.
But I have to shallowly more. The hanging
doesn't last as long as policewoman 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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