Unbottles (Stream IV)
The spirit has spirited me away
In a haze of whiskey.
Out the bottle,
Unbottles me.
No longer bottled up,
Now I free the emotions,
I motion to you,
You hold up your hand.
Hand me your ultimatum,
The ultimate last word,
The word which you must always have,
Like you own way,
Which in your own way,
Is somehow endearing,
And enduring.
For you will never admit defeat.
And I defeated,
Know you will not admit your wrong,
Which wrongs me,
Makes me in the wrong.
And this is the wrong time
To go over old wrongs
Leave this argument for another day.
I'll just let the spirit spirit me away.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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