Here’s a new poem for everyone.

Just Add Solvent
If this were a watercolor
This is when the rain would come
Fat drops of water swallowing
Pigments into murky purples
Running down pages
Blurring the edges
Already fuzzy; obfuscated
If this were a bar you’d be drinking
Downing a shot to dilute
The troubled thoughts in your veins
Stretching you taught til you snap
Breaking something inside
Or on the outside
Blurring the edges
Already fuzzy; obfuscated
Let this moment evaporate
Leave behind what is left
A morning–after–scene
A head ache; a painting
A voicemail on your machine
You remember the mirror
A distorted bathroom self portrait
Your eyes added too much solvent
Blurring the edges
Already fuzzy; obfuscated
Shadowy paint brushes scattered
Pretending; ignoring; avoiding:
A morning–after–scene
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