21. (of 25)

[crazy a]

the bottle is empty
the cup is empty
the wine is gone
and inside me,
a wet fire,
a wet sweet fire
burning at my gut,
my tongue shriveled.

I would pull out my old cornet
and gently blow out
the sadness and the drink
and everything else
but I think
it's still in the pawn shop
and they closed
at five.

[SHATOUSHKA]

*chills*

i absolutely dig this....

in fact... i think it would make an interesting song