the bed conveyed it's wisdom to me the pillow whispered tiny secrets
ran like hell outdoors half-naked
fragile legs shaking all over the place still shaking
can't stop shaking
had
to go
had to go
sure am in better place
sure
sure shaking
shaking
met with others
assembled
war paint on
smoke and mirrors and coffee
so
far down
trembling
fearful fits
x said
a friend of mine gave me a choice
what'll it be champ
a bottle or a revolver
ever heard
of russian roulette?
sometimes you don't want to go
where everybody knows your name
hands shaking miserable
hard write poems
sometimes lose control
lost control
where am i
father?
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