Life in a Bottle

Random Poetry. New.

Vacant eyes searching vacuous faces
for what ?
The broken promise of
a childhood forgotten
meandering through empty
parking lots
curbside confessionals
the Marlboro smoke of penance
day after day of repeating repetition
nights of vacant intoxication
no twat, no pussy, no game
from building ships in bottles
to losing dreams in bottle
to drained bottle deliriums
and brick wall alley corner endings