At
my Brother's Funeral I
was
on enough booze and
drugs
to kill a horse 🐴
and
spent most of that two
hours
afraid I was going
to
puke or shit my
soul
out onto the recently
Lysol
saturated floors.
Finally when it was my
moment
to speak I stumbled my way through
The
23rd psalm and managed not
to
fuck it up somehow.
Then went outside as my
eyes
bled tears from what remained
of my Dead
heart lying on the cold gravel
ground.
(My brother hated the 23rd psalm.)
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