Consumed his liquid friend

December 23, 2007
By Aster Harmon, Oak Park, IL

Consumed his liquid friend, yelling and those mumbled words overshadowed conversations.

He gave the haunted gift of blue and black skin to I.

Living room seat held the still man.
Table beside, supported our glass bottle villain.
Treacherous aroma risen when neared the body. Understood the strangeness of quite, shoulder tapped to be woken.

I have touched my dead father.

Church rings for the arrival of a new soul
to the fire chaos, darkened from God.
Door opens to Earth crying, there he is in the Oak shelter.

I do not become a mourner for him.

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