Find me a Drink
tie in a knot, rope in my shoulder,
something that hold my lips
to whisper my tears, look up my feet
full of angry muscle ready to run
to where direction it maybe
sway the goggle, the blind run for
freedom, even pain shock my toe
the nail have touch my knee, see
how much tendon will makes its way
for only a pie of honey, things
made it easy
laughter slow my move, hard to
carry but wide to be lonely, take
where my heart glows and the wisdom
happen to clings the victory
of a drunkard hands to lay
poem by Antonio Liao
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