toast

Broken bartender
I'm on a bender
I won't get over it soon.
Pour me a lot,
pour me a shot,
I am a broken balloon.
The devil has spoken
the devil's not joking
the devil has asked for his due.

3/11/14

The cold of this winter
like death's babysitter
the wind that traces your bones.
A broken blowdryer
both hands in the fire
valentine's day spent alone.

All through December
and half of November
the sash rat-rattled and moaned.
Six nights a week
watching t.v.
a seventh night
watching your phone.

The cold of this winter like death's babysitter
the wind that traces your bones.