From her doorstep... London, Part II
2002-08-06, 7:13 p.m.
Vodka guides your hands,
Rum rules your tongue -
Affection in a 40 ounce;
Fire liquid love.
Words on flesh like fire burn,
Whiskey in my gut.
Mingling with the words I have
That spark but do not come.
Shytown on your right,
A wizard to your left;
You, smiling before me
From behind Bacardi's Mist.
The flame dims when the lights turn on,
Flickers at last call...
When the wick is left out to dry,
It does not burn at all.
Vodka guides your hands,
Rum rules your tongue -
Affection in a 40 ounce;
Fire liquid love.
Words spun in a shotglass,
Neon orange glow...
Sobriety brings reality,
And me, all alone...
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