December 26th, 2012

the pills stop work and
alcohol reeks of blood
the cold eats your lungs
or what’s left of it

time was never there
to last enough
and the memories
become the terror

the ignorant win
the greedy celebrate
the space is populated
with waste
we’ve become accustomed to
marvel at

alcohol reeks of blood
but so does milk
the perfume of it all
hovers just high enough
to deceive one
into lighting a cigarette
and swallowing the coffee

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