Monday, June 14, 2010

Drunk.

Jane,
she said.

I don't want to waste myself on unrequited love.

Gold rings,
bright with rubies.

I kept all those important promises.

Yours Faithfully,
his name.

I saw the light on from down in the street.

Each,
I thought.

The black dog followed me home again today.


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