Friday, April 01, 2005

Bourbon (1999)

another Jack Daniel's night
where I think of you

my twenty second or fiftieth
i don't know

where I look at the bottle
and wonder

should I fetch another?
to cloud you and me
an iris defying miles of red sand and timeless sun

where I take another drink
where I try my damndest not to think
that I left God's white silk and incense
seeking a mirage
a better version of you

where I put the warm bottle to my lips
and swallow without tasting
the same way I swallowed you.

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