bones, they're
tiled, tilted so
stirring i go, beer bubbles
whiten and rally
i lay among my brother's
bones,
pitch raked pitiful
petals i pour from my
face
surged seaweed, whiskey,
green gold god damn i
drank and dug him up.
12/28/09
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I like the final stanza in this one, with all the g's and d's. I'm known to be a bit alliterate, tho.
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