Ode to a Silent Night at Frankies…

Ode to A Silent Night at Frankies

I do it for the love that pours

from the bottom of the tear bucket

to the tip of the tongue…

 

Dripped with the scent of a cheap Coors

tinged with the lick of titanium

smacked against the rim…

 

To the sensation that drips

from the lick of the drug

that tastes of champagne mixed with your tears…

 

Straight from the bottle,

into your throat,

and down to my heart…

 

I do it all for you…

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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4 Responses to Ode to a Silent Night at Frankies…

  1. Thought provoking. Heart wrenching.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. gbabeteam says:

    Yeah.. Really nice piece! ☺

    Liked by 1 person

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