Friday, 8 January 2010

Whiskey Helps Me Think

Broken elbows lean
on a broken bar,
A broken smile
Splits a mended scar.

Scarred eyes rest
on a scarred glass jar
Old, scarred thoughts
Cut fresh from afar.

Fresh poured whiskey
on fresh ice shards
Freshens the sting,
Of a scarred, broken heart.

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