Glucose
Tue, 5 May 2009 at 06:32pm
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Amalgamated with a clear haze,
it is sunburning my throat brown.
Russet, bubbling churn,
my teeth empty, eyes
slow like a seaside town.
I drink with my friends
to the end of moderation. Mellifluous with
the dirty water,
even the canal,
even the ochreous grass
are sticky with swigs.
My stomach sponges it all up,
but finally I drop my head down,
and I can’t stand ‘honey’,
so I bite my glazed tongue.
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