Short Brink Of Disaster Poems

a drink from the bottle 
that held my youth
a clink in the glasses
a melded brew

on the brink of disaster
a welded chain hereafter
the staining ink and plaster
then held me like a master

all the cling and clatter
a belt that chokes no matter
what i bring as batter
a fling that just gets fatter

to me its all i see
and i feel bad to say
heaven i am sorry
but i lied.

i do not love you...

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