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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fuchsia-flecked, rhinestone-rimmed cowboy hat Embroidered boots to match Silver spurs, slick, sharp and shimmering Lookin’ brand new but battered beneath Travelled far, walking the jagged beat Where have I been? Where am I? Have you seen my mind Floating in sugary bliss From the Journey’s Inn, Destination for friends old and new Veterans from valleys of domestic arms race, Comparing wounds from the endless chase For elusive, blood-drenched euclace. Oh, the cheap whiskey Burns brighter Than all the dead desire Where carrion birds gather At the corpse of joy Bottoms up Chin chin Let the velvet gospel begin Mr. Depression enters the room A silver slash of sorrow Sick with his own lore “Fancy meeting you,” he croons, cold “Lookin’ like you need a bitter brew to hold” Warm whiskey winds down the throat’s hallowed hall To rattle the rusted lock on memory’s mausoleum wall Have you seen me before? You might recall—last week, perhaps Grumpy, frumpy, meek, weak collapse My garden of grace, paved over with gravel and grit Wilted and wasted in drought’s cruel spit Crawling through viper pits and dens of bad deeds I felt relief Of quenching parched desire With earned fire in a glass Oh, the cheap whiskey Burns brighter Than all the dead desire Where carrion birds gather At the corpse of joy Bottoms up Chin chin Let the velvet gospel begin Two stools to sit upon Lost boy and riot girl Pink Lady and Velvet Gentleman Again and again Bottoms up Chin chin They laugh at the tribute band Silly performance on the slanted stage Baring crooked teeth Yellowed from age Chipped from rage Filed down by fate Two AM, wobbling down the jagged street Holding up the night’s end Keeping everyone awake Our lonely bones vibrating With resonating lust Urban lamps flickering Like my wine-coloured iris Oh, but what are dreams When fiction binds at the seams Creating woven fabric of tapestry Truth in forward motion Stitching together fragments of reality Like Casper the ghost, drifting down wishing wells Pleading, plundered, pitiful Unseen to those untouched by sorrow But tonight With my fuchsia hat And a bombastic laugh That overshadows the grief That had once been on tap Grabbing grief by the gnarled neck Shaking loose threads of regret Into more useful shapes In bedrooms with velvet duvets Oh, the cheap whiskey Burns brighter Than all the dead desire We stitch our sorrow Into velvet fire Bottoms up Chin chin Let the velvet gospel begin
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