I keep a shelf full of bottles that I've collected over the years.
I keep a shelf full of bottles full of thousands of my own tears.
I keep a shelf full of bottles all neatly in a line.
I keep a shelf full of bottles to remind me of a better time.
I have a shelf full of bottles these ones I don't keep,
But instead I allow the poison into my veins and liver to seep.
I have a shelf full of bottles kept neatly in a line.
I have a shelf full of bottles to help me forget about a better time.
My bottles are always contradicting,
And I seem to be self inflicting,
A sort of amnesia if you will.
That comes from the cabinets by the window sill.
© Brett Harper
