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Theorem The Truth Serum

Rookie - 101 Points (1979-present / San Leandro)

Consumption


I am drunk
Liquid poison
Pushing my blood away
As if it was a rising sun
To the dark mooned night
Yes I drink alone
Lonely like an empty bottle
Drained for its last drop
Sucking on the womb
That has saved me
Lifted me from the ground
Now a leaning tower
Its much easier
When you are not moving
Especially because movement
Usually has purpose
But what is mine
Drunk with misconceptions
Gathering me in like the last
Feast before the coming winter
Eaten up in desperation
A last ditch effort to feed my purpose

Submitted: Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2008

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  • Rookie Tai Chi Italy (7/1/2008 3:16:00 AM)

    Sometimes consuming in not a bad thing Cokbod my friend, we have all been here and you describe it's place of desperate lonliness vividly, we consume, get full, get empty and hopefully a new day gets us filled more positive energy....that's how the writer gets by....but only sometimes. smiling at you Tai (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Allan James Saywell (7/1/2008 12:56:00 AM)

    Years ago i intoxicated a Crab with liberal amounts of whiskey and your poem vividly describes the crabs behavior, he didnt move much either and when he did he
    only went sideways


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