Monday, July 23, 2012

sleeping off a dreadful drunk

he must wonder what street he's on

and what blasphemies he tossed at the sky

to blame it for his weaknesses

before he passed out in the sweaty heat

to agitations and dreamless half-consciousness

so my love isn't perfect enough

it'll have to do in spite of what God demands

but a large part of me is grateful

I'm not in his worn shoes

though pity is large also but sadly weak

and I may find that out

one of these lives if I'm not careful...either way

he is suffering...I will  suffer...from whatever God demands...

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