There's a sickness in the fruits
a disease in the water
and I drown it all away with cheap wine
and coconut rum from a bottle
The asphalt is hazy
and the air heavy with triple digits and smog
my fingers burn as I touch the steering wheel
and lose another friend with my lack of strength of will
"You know, I didn't like you when I first met you."
I hear that a lot.
True lies from pretty, petty lips
Scampering away like the lizards my cats hide in my shoes
There will be no souvenirs from this night
Customers complain to me of things I can't change
knowning full well that it goes in one ear and out the other
this free food is killing me
but the paychecks are good
Are the nights worth it?
Is the morning filled with vomit and retching worth it?
The headaches and early morning trips to Ihop?
Is anything worth it?
A contest entry
- summer is for the sky by grass.
533 points, ended July 7, 2008, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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"Don't Try."
That's Bukowski's epitaph. This reminded me of it and really, this seems like one of the most genuine pieces I've ever read. I love it.
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wow. It's been a long time since I've been on this site. lol. Thanks for reading my stuff, even though I forget its here!
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