Today a friend is leaving town
and he needs to meet his friends
he wants to unload some memory laundry
that has not been washed for way too long…

‘Washed’ is not the word truly..
because none of it has been stained
not with blood not with semen
though there has been splashes of bourbon

the past rash realities of splashed bourbon
have stories of babies not made to be born
stars did not align
and some fucks felt it’s not yet time

But my friend I tell you…
you got to build one word at a time
till you have a sentence
and in that one simple sentence
you can hold the meaning of a whole world

you can decide you can have
you can believe, you can achieve
because…
You can go but you cannot leave..

You are always here with us…
we will drink for you
for your sober self
beyond the borders…

Today a friend is leaving town
and he needs to meet his friends
he wants to unload some memory laundry
that has not been splashed with Bourbon
for way too long…

Cheers !!!

Categories: Poetry

Tags: National Poetry Month, National Poetry Month 2016, npm18, npm2018