Cheap Red Wine - Poem

Cheap red wine
and broken glass
digging
into
my fingers
blood stained prints
on clear blue glass
that never wash
the words away
I can't see
for all the light
that's shining
down my veins
Let me forget
the dance of loss
and let us
start to sing

(c)Phillip Rhoades June 3, 2008


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