Drunk Elevators.A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.Words with spare daggers strapped to their thighs and swords clenched between their teethYou made me promise to stay in that too tall grass but I was long gone by the time the chiggers arrived. Elevators only travel at one slow speed, which is incredibly inconveinent for those of us escaping from our insatiable dreams. They caught me in bed with reality, flirting with their cute brother sobriety. I asked Mr. Roger why he still goes on those walks, he told me that the sun rises when his dogs chest doesnt. I told him I'd rather stay in bed all day than admit to myself theres anything that needs finding. Tripping up the stairs, in every meaning of the word Words with spare daggers strapped to their thighs and swords clenched between their teeth climbing the ropes like pirates to my drunken brain But I'll never be as bad as John. Slurping down Smirnoff just so he can feel real. I'd rather feel phony than admit to myself theres any better way of living. and now I'm just about completely asleep before the pounding bass picks me up by my hair and opens my eyes and makes me realize I made it home afterall.
© 2008 Chloe Madison Taylor.Author's Note
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