'Red'
you drank the guts of a bottle
to be able to digest the waste of the television screen
don't fear the hallucinations
don't fear the visions you will see
they lead your hand to mine
you argue the black of night time
into the white morning
and are your eyes just cameras
or do you change the things you see?
and you drained the last of the bottle
to see a small sliver of paper at the bottom
drenched in red
that read your fortune
read your life backwards
and left you sitting here
Michael Wilson
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