Thursday, July 1, 2010

concerning your alcoholic aunt

someone should tell you
that she's tripping
all over her wheels
and losing all your cash
she's sipping away your trust
laughing and crying, prying
into her secret stash

she's never been late
she always sopping wet
brimming up to her eyes
soaking up your words
and leaking out her
chances on a risky bet

a little while later

you could lace her
lover with sedatives
and drive her crazy
drive her away
into her cool glass
while she mumbles
something sad
and lazy

someone should tell you
she died a long time ago
in her main st apartment
windows closed
closets open
but no one wants
to admit that
they know

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