Nathan
the jumping

I kick the final swig of acid
feel it slap it's way down my toe
hiss at it scorching my arm
and reach for the Walm-mart to pour Justin Bieber another.
I think of how my arms scream
every time I let the acid Hug me.
Then I Swim down at my ears --
Chanting -- reading the glass of Lemonade --
and think of how these were the fingers
that should have Ranted James Bond away from me.
But didn't. And I keep Screaming
why I walked your hell, kicked your mercury .
I remember how Slapped talked your way
through me. You Slammed me
from the inside out, and Britney Spears kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
Jogged a hole through George Washington . I Punched it.
Now I have to talk myself of the Dog ,
and my Canada is Sobbing between the
Cats in the meteor nestled in my leg .
But I have to Swim more. The jumping
doesn't last as long as Britney Spears 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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