Thursday, March 8, 2012

drinkin' turpentine

drinkin’ mason jars
of turpentine never thinking
of this as a trade or a
means of living, breathing
easy. daily i begin again
only to end again wonder-
ing if anything is worth

please drink the jar empty
i would do it again
if i were able to.
it doesn’t taste too strong
the finish is quick and
the pain self evident.

i’ve spent, and
it’s been a while
that we’ve been waiting,
counting the accumulation.
it almost killed me once—
i tell you it almost did—
but it didn’t
and that’s the difference

allows for a tiredness,
for a happiness.

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