Spilled Pills

A Memoir

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Left behind fingerprints on the glass table set

Watched the swirled inconsistencies of the bet

That left me at ease with a final goodbye

A second shot down gulping on your alibi

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(vodka of an awkward state

that left my hand full with an empty paper plate)

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The people are dying

With laughter

Holding me down with a morphine induced

Happily ever after

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(on and on it tears me apart

a kaleidoscope of hands ripping my heart)

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The bile comes up from behind me

Tackling and spurting with shattered keen

Drowning in a river of my Nile of spit

Rivulets of vodka and weed vomit

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(itches of the worst kind from the floor

analytical spirals in a fortuned lore)

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The glass breaks as it wails a dollied mess

He steps on my face as I reminisce

I warble a drunken and incoherent cry

He merely smiles in return with a husky sigh

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(locked in a laissez - faire staring match

when it’s his arms and my shoulders that are attached)

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The smell of incense loses the room

Stumbling and falling into my impending doom

He catches me waywardly with his grinning lips

I manage a swoon and a woozy smile as I tip

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(the waiter for his miraculous pills

the same ones in the toilet that I spilled)

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I can’t help the cock problems I had yesterday

Shooting the habit into my cock of the most prominent vein

It’s fucking grotesque while we kissed

And I might just find another use for the organ besides piss

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(i get a magic high and then I think I’m going to puke

he’s conducting an experiment on my spunk - dripping flute)

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But that means fuck all to highflying (fucked) me