Forecast: dusk till dawn Another poem? Yes, pour a round for the table... It is decadent to the taste. We are rocking back and forth Our glasses clinking together Intoxicated with the promise of more The twinkle in our eyes suggests We know something we shouldn't Another verse? Sure, one more for the road Then I'm headed home But it’s no use I'm driving under the influence Of Rhyme and Coke My steps are stumbling Or maybe everyone else is crooked I see colors no one else can see And the roses stop to smell me My words are blurring together And I think, Icouldstaylikethisforever But every now and then I go too far And wind up on the floor Composition book still clutched in my hand I am split in half and can no longer walk Another piece? It is here when I am about to descend into a deep sleep Deadly and sweet The kind you never want to end, that I find my feet And say no. No more. Until next weekend... ...
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