Loose gray shirt, raw damp with fog's baggy chill
Bitter rain keeps snapping at a rotting windowsill
Her visage, a wavering light on warped glass vase
Anguish of words dissolves in throat without truce
Limp lips of dying green leaves can't get their fill
Sloshing Southern Comfort igniting notes that kill
Face sings thumping tears, heart drenched in abuse
Notes constricting around torso, stomach strained
Wanting love's rich plate, ingesting needle's peace
Bulbous purple veins punctured dry, arms drained
Dry mouth, heart lost, body ripped into the release
Tom Parsons
