The Usual Mistake
brutalized senseless happenstance
with a corkscrew conscience
full of cheap wine.
daylight rammeses unraveling the
sheets in the morning.
three bottles tipped sideways lieing
against the alarm clock.
such a strange cracked nautilus,
my eyes flushed with water
in a cheap sink.
but i will spare the stranger in my skin.
live until it becomes all to usual.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2012
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