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LOVE AND OTHER RELATED BULLSHIT I'm a drunken fool sobering up on love
I chase the three sheets in the wind
wishing you were behind them
one peak
one touch
whisky dreams fade to burnt amber
glass towers loom
another empty cup
viewd through whiskey tears
taunting a vacant heart
At The Risk
of sounding redundant; I got lost inside this poem and I can't get out. Glass towers of bottles behind the bar, whisky tears - life turns amber like a finely aged distillate; images that resonate with my younger days when I experimented with every "cup" out there. And then there is the metaphor of another love lamented and gone - you just rock. That's all folks!- Stella -