See You (Scrambled Eggs)
I dropped her
Like a cigarette
Into an ash tray
Spent, but still
Alive. Somewhat.
I grabbed at air
Like bottles
Filled with freedom.
Now,
I’m riding
A snail to victory:
To a finish line.
See you.
See you there.
There.
I load
Pills in my mouth
Like bullets in a clip
Bam!
Scrambled eggs
All over the place.
© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.
Sauce
Its funny how I tell my friends
I don’t miss you
Yet
I do and I don’t.
I miss not having
Nightmares:
Scrambled eggs
Running from
That hole in my mind.
But you? No.
More, myself
Before me
And the blender
Crossed paths
And I got sauced
Constantly.
© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.
5.9.07
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