After A Few Whiskeys, Who Gives a Fuck? (fuckicantthink) wrote in poetunderground,
After A Few Whiskeys, Who Gives a Fuck?

Keep Your Ear To The Stethoscope

You're disaster wrapped in reason,
a thick, cotton mess of lackluster love.
A sugar rush. Ephemeral. Nonsensical.
And you want to harvest this thing,
this feeling? These violated strands of
frightened surrender? This darkly heroic
suicidal tic? Let's just call it a lapse,
let's just call it a fuck. People do it all the time.
They ignore the twitching, beating, violent thing
that claims it owns us.

If one of us is alone, one of us is alone
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