a soft embrace
from a forgotten
soul
the tempting eyes
of something beautiful
from across the room
all drag queens and
lost regrets tonight
someone puts on
the kinks for a laugh
two jack and cokes
a pack of clove
cigarettes
those things are
going to kill you
yeah, that's the point
who wants to live longer
than they fucking have to
she took my hand
and wanted me to
dance
i wasn't drunk enough yet
three more of those and
i'll gladly go make an
ass of myself
she laughed, said she
loves me regardless
i kissed her hand and told
her you know i'm no good
for you but i do appreciate
a good stubborn woman
each glance
each smile
every little tease
her eyes start to
melt my soul
she feels like an
old nina simone
song
like old souls are
meeting again after
many tumultuous
years
her heart races
when she sees
me
i can't remember
a woman ever telling
me that before
flattery gets
you everywhere
i don't recommend
falling in love in the
dead of the winter
with some beauty
many miles away
too much for the mind
to start all the tricks
i'd like to think i am old
enough now to play it cool
she'll be there when the
earth starts to thaw
and perhaps the future has
a different smell to it now
a slow drizzle
like morphine
if i could be
so lucky
the pain starts
to dance down
my spine like
someone is playing
charlie parker at
the wrong speed
mind over matter
been trying that
for years
if i had the money
better living with
chemistry would
be my motto
until then, liquor
will have to suffice
the liver is already
damaged enough
this shouldn't take
long
withered hands
the scars of life
the pain of still
being alive
choked off from
enjoyment
punch in
punch out
maybe someday
retirement or a
raise comes
around
all these chances
pissed away that
haunt you
wet snow on
a sunny day
this dystopian
future is as bleak
as you thought
imagine death
as the lottery
eventually,
everyone wins,
even just a little
it is the taste of defeat
that shit sandwich we
were warned about as
children
sometimes, the boulders
keep coming
eventually, you come
to terms with never
climbing the mountain
hope is a town in whatever
state of mind you find
yourself in
some people thrive on it
others tend to choke
some of us are stuck in an
endless pursuit of whatever
and then you come across
all the dead bodies and
dreams along the way
that empty feeling keeping
you up at night is your inner
child asking for just one more
line on a clean mirror
that sweet angel and all
that joy flushed down
a toilet
just another defeat
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