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a poem by Shannon Quinn
Words
Each one rehearsed
Red-faced
Raised heartbeat
Elusive butterfly breaths
I doubt myself
My motives
My mind
Even now
In the beyond of a drunken life
Each word is a carefully constructed fiction.
My self-directed imperatives
A brutality of will.
I meant my promises when I made them
I want you to believe that.
Red-faced
Raised heartbeat
Elusive butterfly breaths
I doubt myself
My motives
My mind
Even now
In the beyond of a drunken life
Each word is a carefully constructed fiction.
My self-directed imperatives
A brutality of will.
I meant my promises when I made them
I want you to believe that.
© by Shannon Quinn
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #7 ~ January 2010
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #7 ~ January 2010