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The Unwanted Cup
I saw you there in my inebriated cup with
downcast eyes beseeching but took to it
anyway.
It called to me, moved naked as one lady
in the Gentleman’s Club did,as she poured
a drink on her naked breast.
And I drank greedily as I talked to her
about the places I’d travel and museums
and art I’d find in various places.
Waking up on the floor alone in a puddle of
urine and vomit I had plastered to my lips,
face and front of my shirt.
The cup was all that was left as I took the
blade and sliced the vein needed to keep
memories of our life together and blood
flowed as I waited.
Waiting is all I had left so I did it proper.
Warmth and colors spinning around inside
my brain as I saw God holding me.
Waking ,I see the cup filled , and I light a
Cigarette and as the smoke lifts I call your
name breathlessly waiting and …
There is my wife and driving my car into
the Atlantic Ocean in Ft. Lauderdale,Fla.
She was laughing as I screamed and
watch as she takes a shot of some
alcohol.
Waking I realize I’m still clean and none of
this happened but a dream.
I get up and have coffee and smoke a
Cigarette and as the smoke twirls and I
drink my coffee I make my way to the
morning ritual and as I pass the mirror I
see the Ft. Lauderdale shirt hanging
listlessly on the man looking astonished
at me…
Copyright ©
Patrick Cornwall
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