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The Lion Drinks

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I've been blank paper
at the water's edge
waiting for the love letters to be written
to be written over me
 
I've been the moronic vaccuum
on the dance floor
slipping over in my spilling smiles
spilling all over me
 
When the devil drinks
I drink
when the lion drinks
this town sinks
 
I've been trying to get off
this carrousel that turns within
bringing me back, always to this;
more glasses to be half-emptied
 
I've been pushing away
the printed plans I don't remember making
I refuse to wash myself out
in that tidal wave of softenings
 
When the devil drinks
I'm drunk
my world is sunk again
and now it's nightly
 
I'm torching the map
I've been following into oblivion
keeping me tethered
to this sinking city
 
The lion drinks
the lion drinks, no more...
 
(Dec, 2012)

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