red wine – D.e.e.L

poetry by D.e.e.L

the melody changes course
for the throat
cuts deep

she left again
left with the only bottle of wine
my car keys in her pocket

the liquor store eight miles away

my only clean shirt has a stain on it
my lint filled pockets have enough change for only white
wine flows like blood
boils like molten
at least that’s how i drink it

her name is Pepper
or maybe Sue
whatever it is
was a lie
she always leaves
but never before with my wine

i turn on the T.V to watch white noise
the sounds of crashing waves
to take my mind off the sober thoughts

eight miles away
and not enough for red
she has never been so cruel

i must be in love

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