we started in reverse
your hand pressing down
on the gear
mine over yours
in vacuum i drown
fog is clear
we hurt & nurse
peace in war ground
gone yet near
YOU ARE READING
ONE SHOT TOO MANY
PoetryIn wretched pain, I drank one too many shots of you. Poetry is difficult when you rethink and revise and refine. So, I'd rather not. We'll go one shot, too many at times.
towards nothing
we started in reverse
your hand pressing down
on the gear
mine over yours
in vacuum i drown
fog is clear
we hurt & nurse
peace in war ground
gone yet near
