Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Robert Verdon, #304, Random Alcoholic


still as stone
the stained sheet was drawn up
to the once-sarcastic mouth
beeps electronic echoed
down the antiseptic corridor

the lips were starvation-thin
the fluorescent lights
flickered off the yellow skin
bloated and fifty
the party was over

for this rebel
who
defiantly
drank
alone.

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