Monday, June 25, 2012

John Tustin- A Poem


drinking in jagged light
from a broken bottle
and the lips and gums bleed a bit

it’s no fun to drink alone
it’s no fun to bleed alone
these fucking shards of light

like splinters in my eye
the last thing I need right now
is sight

as I pass out in the basement
wedged between
the washing machine

and penetrating slivers
of past, present
and future

broken glass
broken me

First appeared in Thirteen Myna Birds.

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