Bottle Immortalis

A Poem

from JoeUser Forums
I remember being homeless
how my spirit ached for peace
I remember wanting, needing
passion dimmed by darker hungers
than I'd ever seek to fill.

I remember shadowed corridors
the kind that crawls with paramours--
the ones I thought I'd buried
I feigned freedom as I carried
rusted needles filled with freedom
bottles brimmed with thick release


For demons are like loves: they never die.
poetry
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Reply #1 from JoeUser Forums Top
17 years dry and I still want to get loaded.

Great job, from one you knows.

Moskowitz