Bukowski's Ghost

Clown - Poem by Bukowski's Ghost

Drink alone.
Ever done that?
Shit-cheap vodka,
in a corner...
Corner of a room.
Corner of your mind.
crack the seal,
no glass.
First slug
inching insanity.
The burn
of hard drink.
Is there any hole as deep as this?
Can you drink it all away?
No to both
yet still you try.
Only to be sundered in ruin
Bottle lolling at your feet
like a dead puppy.
Foetal curl – waiting
always waiting……

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 1, 2014

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