DrunkA Poem by Lionel Braud
Drunk
I think it is better this way,
Feeding on sleep
And the nuances of the dead,
Besides I dream with them.
On the slippery floor,
I meant to do that
Because I am a poet.
When they are asleep,
I do dream of them.
It’s different when somebody else does it.
They slumber and go to sleep,
When I slumber,
Liquid ale somber soles feet.
© 2008 Lionel BraudReviews
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Added on March 4, 2008AuthorLionel BraudSmyrna, GAAboutTry JibJab Sendables eCards today! I have a bachelors in psychology and earning my second degree in English Education. im student teaching next year for secondary English. I turned off t.. more..Writing
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