A bag of bitters
mixed in clover
Here we litter
the whole world over
And drop down nine
on backlot six
In breezes find
your last fix
Walk the stage
after the show
back to the cage
you've come to know
Let drama subside
as well as it can
as you hide
your better man
YOU ARE READING
Heavy Like Sauce
PoetryBlue the bottle and water red and little fishes swim in my head Your morose melody All at once got stuck in me and there I wept in my shame For your pain I could never tame Deep poetry for drinking deeply. All content in this book is under copyright...
