JD are the initials of my favorite poet
And a liquor I don't like
My sister hates the poet
but she likes the liquor
I've lost every copy of that small red book I ever had
And I've had several
But I haven't lost the snapshot
Of my sister reading poetry
On a warm to chilly tombstone
Before I broke her heart.
She drinks more since I moved
And I worry
afraid of a tomb full of regrets
Are you experienced?
We will be.
We will be.
We will be,
before we meet again.
But at least we'll meet again.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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