- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Cling to my words
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Come sit at my table
come raise me a bottle
and drink to commotion
and toast to my fate
Please stay like a lover
please buy me another
and cling to my words
when the hour is late
Come cling to my words
when tomorrow is closer
and yesterday feels like
a lifetime away
What yesterday brought
I will tell you tomorrow
tonight I must drown it
I beg you to stay
My nail-bitten fingers
the blood on my knuckles
have witnessed a story
too basic to tell
With carnal distraction
and too many bottles
I'll fend off the ghosts
and forget about hell
There isn't much time now
so join me in chorus
and shout down the angels
from heaven so high
Come join me in laughter
in sheer desperation
of having to end this
hysterical lie
Come raise me a bottle
and drink to confusion
and drink to illusions
of pureness and trust
For here comes tomorrow
I promised a story
so heed to this witness
of love turned to dust
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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LeBrozabout 17 years agoNo comments on an Icingsugar poem? Was everyone asleep when this was posted? This is a very lucid witty piece, while toasting to one and all, and have another.
