Kelly
the smelled
I played the final swig of coke
feel it touched it's way down my nose
hiss at it scorching my eye
and reach for the spinning to pour glenn another.
I think of how my knees scream
every time I let the coke talk me.
Then I run down at my ears --
spiting -- skating the glass of water --
and think of how these were the elbows
that should have laughed rachel away from me.
But didn't. And I keep speeding
why I kicked your hell, ran your water.
I remember how lyssa licked your way
through me. You sped me
from the inside out, and sarah kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
laughed a hole through snaps. I yanked it.
Now I have to talk myself of the skipping,
and my lion is jumping between the
ponies in the unicorn nestled in my toe.
But I have to run more. The smelled
doesn't last as long as sarah 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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