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monstroooo

Published: Nov 27, 2016

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Literature Text

These four wall blues
Are suffocating
My Earthly ambitions
And I am trapped
Beneath the weight
Of heavy heart.

I seek escape velocity:
A way out of this
Gravity unwell.
I want to travel
Beyond the mundane
And into the sublime.

I want to dance
Amongst indifferent stars
Carefree and careless.
So I pop another cork
And let this wine
Be my rocket ship.

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alchohol drink drinking poem rocket

Rocket. A poem from my upcoming book Drunk With A Pen, which comprises 13.5 poems about drink and drinking.

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