lonely like absinthe without sugar

created by sehrgut

(poetry) by etouffee (8.7 hr) (print)

3 C!s

Thu Nov 01 2007 at 0:45:06

Quiet as
the back shelves of
a small town library,
two hours after the lights are dimmed.

Solemn
the way priests behave
preparing a hospital patient
for their Last rites

Dour
the way abandoned houses look
drenched in a rainstorm
two years without paint

Your memory leaves me:
lonely,
like absinthe without sugar.
strong and bitter.

that infinite loneliness of his lotus flowers and ducks	I liked their early stuff	I like the Pope, the Pope smokes dope	A lonely city. A bar stool. Ted.
Wicca is like Linux	Ads are the only way to make a technology profitable without the power of nudity	Pour Some Sugar On Me	With him it was always like
Boy meets me, boy becomes infatuated with me, boy realizes I take up space, boy runs like hell	like a Swiss watch	your words... like wind through a wheat field.	What's it like having a curved penis?
Reprint what you like	Like a diamond etches glass	All religions are not like Christianity	It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
I always liked the breasts that talked about existentialism.	Mind without body	Like a Velvet Glove Cast in Iron	To touch loneliness
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity	For future reference, when in eternity or insanity; dreams I would like to have	You painted these exquisite shadows and whispers on the bellyroof of my bendy heart	The many and varied advantages of philosophy

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