poem11

Melancholy is my savior

hot brown suicide in tall glass bottles

and it is god who reaches for the glass

and it is god who fills it to the top

and it is god who slams it

coughs

then farts

and I thank god that's all there is to do

and the grey cold thoughts are still and deep

a frozen lake

Melancholy is my savior

you cannot spell it

with out holy

 

Reviews

[zookeeper]

I really dig your stuff. This is brilliant.

[UrbanHermit]

hey thanks man. I didn't think anyone else would see it, heh. I like your stuff too. Do you have anymore?