Wine
Once I drank a bottle of sweet wine
my love is empty now, like the bottle I left behind
I stagger slightly...and lonely,
against the howling wind of Dylan's North Country Fair
Oh, the sweet, sweet wine
you whetted my lips from a long, long time
But winter is coming, and I still stagger slightly and lonely
My heart is empty at the love I left behind
haiku 60
1 day ago
3 comments:
you son of a bitch. you're writing again. can't barely believe it! you came back like a south paw. you hit me like a ton of lead. seeing double. trouble breathing. mat getting closer. can't hear the corner man no more.
I want another gawddammit. I want another post! Hey, did you hear what I said!? Hey anybody in here!? Anybody home!? Anybody in this blog!!?
tight tight poem good sir!
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