Southern Comfort, Heartache and Public Enemy

Author: Anna Russell / Labels: , , , ,

Southern amber
And memories
Colassal, ripping sadists of memories
Chuck's poetry,
Liquid fire in baritone,
Soothes me.
Unscrew. Tilt. Release.
This is the way
Of the fractured heart,
She will smack you in the face
With the Truth of Yourself,
Much like
The Amber and the Fire
Is my glass half full
Or half empty?
I don't know.
Turn it up
And pour me another.

Anna Russell