4/7/11
Can you feel that?
What about now,
when it's through a shot glass,
warped by the concave bottom
as it tips up?
Does that come close?
Is that the vision you want in front of you?
Does it fit the script,
the one from that movie that planted the seed
of what life and love should bloom to be
but never seems to break through the surface?
Seedling buried under brick red dirt,
constantly compared to the fern at the florist,
it needs some help to grow,
so pop off the cork,
start to pour,
make fertilizer out of grey goose,
turn the booze into manure.
Seems to cause enough shit, so just say when.
What about now?
Can you feel this?
Take another swig,
turn the music up
and tell me-
Can you feel it?
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