Naemi, what continents cradle your cough?
What language do you mutter?
What nation's damp alley do you wander
amidst forgotten clutter?
In a sewer, then, I loved your kiss
a mindlessness, a wine-fueled bliss
your head on my lap, your boy by my side
I kissed you then with alcohol eyes
in the storm drain tunnel that was Valentines
where mad hearted losers dwell
deeper and drunker into the caves
that led to the creek or to hell.
So long ago a frenzy boiled
today the kettle's cold
all my hopes have moved away
and this quiet just grows old.
Toss your bottles from foreign shores
Tell me what all went wrong
remember when we sang David Bowie
and all those Morrissey songs?
march97
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