circling the drain caught in the loop of a vicious cycle drowning in a stream of filth sullied by an unyielding torrent – she drinks in a living room alone in fraying pajama pants t-shirts too big on her bony frame wiry hair she washes only when she manages to drag herself out nursing the…
Tag: Drunk
Fresh Start
it’s the eve of new year’s and it’s snowing – puffs of flakes in sugar cube sorrow clinging to the tips of frozen pussywillows – firm cotton-like wispy down clumps of cauliflower – observing people drunkenly careen across the whited out blacktop infants daring to take their first steps – they all have plans i’m…
Piecework Prose 