long night bar fight
I had a dream when I hit my sheets
that I stabbed someone in the street
was it a dream?
was it real?
did I black out?
how did it feel?
am I to be like
my uncle brandy?
named for his favorite drink
a two time murderer caught but still free
they found him laughing on a corpse
blacked out insane from drinking six quarts
aquitted because of his condition
is this a family tradition?
I didn't even know her name
but someone had to pay,
someone had to bleed
someone had to die
so I could get some sleep, good night.
I had a dream when I hit my sheets
that I stabbed someone in the street
was it a dream?
was it real?
did I black out?
how did it feel?
am I to be like
my uncle brandy?
named for his favorite drink
a two time murderer caught but still free
they found him laughing on a corpse
blacked out insane from drinking six quarts
aquitted because of his condition
is this a family tradition?
I didn't even know her name
but someone had to pay,
someone had to bleed
someone had to die
so I could get some sleep, good night.
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akuji:
beautiful. I am so in love with words, especially when they sound so lovely put together a certain way.
blackbirdy:
hey, I like the poem! i saw ya on suicide boys and I thought I would check out your journal and all. You seem very cool though. I just thought I would say hi-take care now.