A Drunken Poem!

Who else need a song for the broken heart
Who else ever thought of a nice trickling

That damn lucky bullet
It hit hard in my conscience
It’s still wedged inside my abdomen
Where every morsel rots before digestion
Where every bowel of intestines panics
But I continue to survive
Sucking the bullet
Through mutilated veins
And we both survive
In mutual understanding that
Lives and let live.

A damn lucky life, for
A damn lucky bullet!

*** 11/18/2009 ***