I haven't
written a
new poem
for over
6 weeks.
Sitting in
my writing
room. Can
of Jack
Daniels in
my left
hand.
Looking
at the
dreary
autumn
sky. She
is in the
bedroom.
Still
sleeping
at 4pm.
In a week
she will
no longer
live with
me.
Moving
over an
hour away.
Never
seeing me
again. I
will be in
the same
room. With
the same
can of
whiskey.
Beneath
the same
dreary sky.
Waiting
on the
words to
finally
come and
save me.
Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. Poetry of his has appeared in Gargoyle, New York Quarterly, North Dakota Quarterly, Chiron Review, Main Street Rag, Naugatuck River Review, Heavy Feather Review, and Nerve Cowboy. He has two full length collections available from Epic Rites Press.
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