Bret (bret191) wrote in snuffboxpoetics,
Bret
bret191
snuffboxpoetics

i haven't seen the moon
from your skies for months
And in four months i have missed the way the atlantic
laps at its shores like some beast would

i've lost the polaroids of you
in the evening gowns,
the ones that kissed your hips when you lamented

there is no longer the waterfall of your tears
its now just a flow of whiskey
the ebbing; from this glass to my throat
so on
yet so forth

you've made it a blur,
this having lost you
everything but those coin released memories of you

they dance round and round my eyes

as if it were some cheap carnival or fair
and me riding this bottled horse as your quivered images litter the walls

you've kept my life a circus and now all are but some
bill
folded

customers.
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