Something from the ol' memory banks ...
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Everyday things poison me
There is no "yes" or "no"
Everything is maybe around here
My steering wheel clings to my fingers
One of us does not want to let go
Certainty is claustraphobia
Doubt is slow suicide
Woe betide the one who links his path to mine
L.A. Robbins
November 30, 2001
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I drink wine until I drown,
The coppery flavor like blood in my mouth,
Red blurs everything,
No part of me remains unstained,
Muddied waters of memory slosh against the distant shore,
Leaving sediment on the lip of my cup,
Heady as perfume, my breath rises before my eyes
That water, blurred with red,
Intent, I suck at the cup,
Observing the dust motes dance around me -
The air too tumbling thick with molecules to breathe,
Lost in the tumultuous blue depths of the sofa,
I drink wine until I drown.
L.A. Robbins
December 11, 2001
I remember when I used to, y'know, write stuff.
Everyday things poison me
There is no "yes" or "no"
Everything is maybe around here
My steering wheel clings to my fingers
One of us does not want to let go
Certainty is claustraphobia
Doubt is slow suicide
Woe betide the one who links his path to mine
L.A. Robbins
November 30, 2001
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I drink wine until I drown,
The coppery flavor like blood in my mouth,
Red blurs everything,
No part of me remains unstained,
Muddied waters of memory slosh against the distant shore,
Leaving sediment on the lip of my cup,
Heady as perfume, my breath rises before my eyes
That water, blurred with red,
Intent, I suck at the cup,
Observing the dust motes dance around me -
The air too tumbling thick with molecules to breathe,
Lost in the tumultuous blue depths of the sofa,
I drink wine until I drown.
L.A. Robbins
December 11, 2001
I remember when I used to, y'know, write stuff.