reclamation project by Justin Hyde

take the drunk
from the bottle

he is left
with the heavy machinery
of his mind
hanging from a rope
like a busted tractor engine
in a barn.

he stands
at a distance

eying
the strange contraption
skeptically.

sunlight
coming through the windows
for the first time in years

frightens him
immensely.

3 comments:

ZACH HAMILTON said...

cool poem

Anonymous said...

minds are heavy machinery.

Anonymous said...

I knew you were a bastard, but not a drunk. I thought that was the girl who puked on you for your first date...that didn't make it in a poem? ; )

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