Sunday, January 1, 2012

Drunk

Forgotten kisses
Hiccupped dreams that float
Bubble-side up
Away from where you thought
You'd land
You have not yet begun
To defile yourself
Not even close enough
To understand
The meaning of words
Or the spelling
Or the....right one to come to mind
Half the time
Unhindered by the morning light
Blind yourself into the night
And find brilliance in mediocrity

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