by James Babbs
well
its been a long time
since I drank a bottle of wine
but I just opened one up
and took my first sip
this cheap red wine
the only kind I buy and
I think it’s pretty good stuff
the glass sitting next to me
when I’m writing this down
and I feel like it’s lonely here
practicing my dying art
trying to get drunk and
maybe there’s a poem
hidden inside this bottle
something dark and strange
ravaged with crazy laughter
maybe it’s the memory
left behind by a beautiful woman
and I keep trying to find her again
I keep filling up my glass
all the time my head spinning
until the bottle’s empty and
I have nothing left to say
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Good poem! :)
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