The Poetry Cove
Dead Drunk

Oh sure sometimes you swore never again,
then put it behind you,
but it was always there,
with its bright allure,
casting shadows, darkening
your future.

And now I'm sad
because they found you last night,
frozen stiff on a building site,
face down in an oil water mix,
so high your lungs were full of rainbows.


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