tom taylor

atonement booze

looking back, you can say that was the time
the last debilitating hangover gone to dust
it’s a far cry from the series of glasses that
were emptied and refilled. enough of that.

now the skies are still the same, the doors
open and shut as before. you weren’t creepy
crawling through the sea of beer cans like stories
but surely it left its mark, like a cold parade

you’d like to take something away from this
but who cares, anyway, there’s too much else
going on out there to mark your pages in blood
and count the black crows in your driveway