Glancing at a Poet

And sometimes when you just
                     want it to be over,
         it is,
               and then you kinda
                              want it to start
                                   all over again.
                                                 E.B.

                 

                      I Can't Breathe

I look at winter's chill
                  through stained glass and bourbon fumes,
and remember,

                  Tommy always got nervous
                                             without his inhaler
                           and a good porno flick.

        Occasionally speed
                and a one night stand
                                      would allow his lungs
                      to rest;

              I don't want any of it anymore.      E.B.

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