Strawberry VodkaA Poem by Doug
I wish I had a back seat or alleyway, Like a parking ticket I’d toss loneliness there. Her strawberry vodka still waits In an almost empty refrigerator. The quick glimpses of strawberries Take me to wet haired nights Where I could still smell her shampoo. It’s not quiet in here, Not when the road hisses from passing cars. A year ago she put it there. The strawberries are a dead pale now. It’s not quiet in here, Not with Wednesday night rains. It’s not lonely here, Not when I have the vodka bottle. © 2008 DougReviews
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Added on April 5, 2008AuthorDougSacramento, CAAboutOne night while I was asleep I had the words, "Veni, Vidi, Vici" repeating in my head. All night this happened. I want to somehow use this creatively. I feel like it was a sign to use it for some s.. more..Writing
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