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The ice-cold gin

settles in,

washing my insides like a cool spring rain at the end of a dusty day


and it's okay to forget,

finally,

it's okay for it all to be blurred edges and numb thoughts and half-slant smiles that know everyone.


That first stale cigarette tastes better than any kiss,

and the drunk chatter from the neon shadows is a mother's recited nursery rhyme.


The muted everything hides the outside, we don't need dreams here, we don't have time for them:


there's an entire world out there,

and it sucks the life out of us each and every day,

and the only thing to do is take another drink and hope


we can poison it.


posted 9/22/09


Comments:
Entered By Anonymous From Unknown
2009-09-22 03:44:07

Yes. Cheers.


Entered By Gadfly From Kampala
2009-09-22 05:14:42

NIce write....i can relate


Entered By Anonymous From Unknown
2009-09-22 13:39:41

You REALLY need to find a job you enjoy, Dude! ;{)


Entered By Jesse From Austin
2009-09-22 14:59:42

Ray, this is excellent. It has a quality I really enjoy and try to embed in my own writing where possible - where word choice conveys layers of meaning through a combination of the emotion induced by the physical, auditory sensation of the writing's construction simultaneously with those emotions produced, or connections awakened, by the meaning of the words themselves. The effect fades in the 'blurred edges' line and at the end after "and it sucks'. That's a little rough, but you see what I mean?


Entered By Ganessa From New York
2009-09-23 19:20:31

I much prefer Goldshlager.



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