Victorianing Bottle

Hey man

I'm so sorry have I let you down?

It's just that I've that ignominy

And I lapse and lout

So that I can be as two

Victorianing bottles pulled from sand

Under the river blanket a bed's unmade

In silt shingle mosaics a bottle rests

And I have it!

And I had forgotten and asked you

I dug up the bottle and read familiar imprints

That sang old pain new

Victorianing bottles fall off my shelf

Are you sure you don't need me there?

I can be there

And assured that I can be there

When you need it?

Oh you're sure that you need me there?

I made plans

I'll write you on my way home

I was in-between and I caught you there

You pulled your bottle out

We drank the contents

It was free from dirt

You'd polished it

With all your handling I don't take part in

It will fill back up

You will rebury it

I'm so sorry that I let you down

These memories are all leaking

Puddles of a bad friend