He's Like a Shipwreck

It started on a bad day;
it ended with a drink.
He’ll smoke his life to nothing
so he never has to think.
Her broken pleas to change things,
framed by a lover’s care,
he washes off with whiskey-
she was never really there.
He’s trapped in glass-piped vices.
She tears herself apart.
Behind her fretted nightmares
she will never see his art.
Between the bleary lows and highs
he paints through tortured artist’s eyes.





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