Friday, March 29, 2013

i rip off the labels off my beer bottles
to make a point that i could rip myself 
off any time i want, because i try
but can't actually do it.

i'm a sinking battle ship, going
down through foam and booze,
but i'm not, because i'm the moon
that hazily echos anxieties you repress.

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