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Drinking wine for old times’ sake
Swilling memories into miraculous rebirth
Our bodies are the height of impermanence
But we seldom understand what we’re worth Like this: Like Loading...
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Sunbathing in early Autumn hours
Slowing swilling Scotch liquor Leaving myself burnt & vulnerable & that’s when she snatched my knickers Like this: Like Loading...
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Timid changes to the way we survive
Ducking our heads when the water finally rises
Perpetual fatigue ponders if we’re still alive
Each heartbeat wrapped within fervent surprises
Another day emerges from the absence of light
This mug of swill – my only source of heat
Creaking past the endless repetition of night
Punch drunk, but still standing; never admitting defeat
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Acknowledge these peaceable arts
Boring affairs these days, if truth be told The proper staffing present & accounted for I flirt with the notion that fortune still favors the bold
Reeking of this polite society
These standard fare sisters & brothers But I’d be out there before the mast Swilling shanties & rum; if I had my druthers Like this: Like Loading...
Quietly returning home
Feels like it has been a lifetime
Hard to recognize this place
Without all the peripheral grime
You stagger & greet me
Spilling your swill on the floor
I’m confused by your glee
I was never good enough before
You tell me your interests
But I can’t really give a damn
No desire to be anything
That’s not who I already am Like this: Like Loading...