Sunday, February 13, 2011

A bottle and catharsis

Someday, I will go grinning on to my watery grave, just pour the right drinks and play the right music. Whiskey makes it all ok, a euphoric catharsis as you spill the words out across the paper like your final slurred reach for the last shot from an empty bottle. Oh tonight, could you just last a little longer than the combination of all the right meanings and the end of my music library?

Death, I do not fear you but my greatest regret would be leaving this world with things left unsaid, words unwritten and going to meet my Maker completely sober.

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