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I used to head down
to the pub on main.
We'd meet up; we'd watch
the game through
the snow on the screen.
Decipher lisped play-by-plays
and sometimes, decipher wrong.
As I swished the ale around
my sweating glass, he'd walk in.
5:22 p.m -- his late-at-night;
eyes half alive and his life, half dead.
A shuffled symphony,
while finding his never-usual seat.
Skyscrapers douse
his shoulders with doubt
as the news manages to cut in.
There, he'd order his usual;
whiskey, its warmth, a foil
to his lethargy.
Despite seeing him
on all the occasions of my visits,
I observe him;
each time he arrives,
in between football plays
and dismal economic forecasts.
Anxiety dissolves into drunken smiles,
as he sips on, two, three, eight glasses.
One is never enough.
Fingers drowning
as they lurch
along the moist bar,
hoping to get just another shot.
"I think I have to cut you off."
I don't think any insult
or instigation
could enrage him any more quickly.
Tonight, I am his personal usher
because he says he can't handle
how the floor lurches underfoot.
Muddled arms create a
vice grip on my shoulder:
I become a slurred confidant.
Groggy lisps drain from his lips
faster than he downed each glass,
"I love her more than she ever loved me."
"Isn't that how it normally goes,"
I say, humouring him
best I can.
When the taxi arrives,
I help him into it
and watch it drive away;
I can't help but wonder
just who he's coming home to--
if anyone at all.
to the pub on main.
We'd meet up; we'd watch
the game through
the snow on the screen.
Decipher lisped play-by-plays
and sometimes, decipher wrong.
As I swished the ale around
my sweating glass, he'd walk in.
5:22 p.m -- his late-at-night;
eyes half alive and his life, half dead.
A shuffled symphony,
while finding his never-usual seat.
Skyscrapers douse
his shoulders with doubt
as the news manages to cut in.
There, he'd order his usual;
whiskey, its warmth, a foil
to his lethargy.
Despite seeing him
on all the occasions of my visits,
I observe him;
each time he arrives,
in between football plays
and dismal economic forecasts.
Anxiety dissolves into drunken smiles,
as he sips on, two, three, eight glasses.
One is never enough.
Fingers drowning
as they lurch
along the moist bar,
hoping to get just another shot.
"I think I have to cut you off."
I don't think any insult
or instigation
could enrage him any more quickly.
Tonight, I am his personal usher
because he says he can't handle
how the floor lurches underfoot.
Muddled arms create a
vice grip on my shoulder:
I become a slurred confidant.
Groggy lisps drain from his lips
faster than he downed each glass,
"I love her more than she ever loved me."
"Isn't that how it normally goes,"
I say, humouring him
best I can.
When the taxi arrives,
I help him into it
and watch it drive away;
I can't help but wonder
just who he's coming home to--
if anyone at all.
Literature
Contradiction
Saying one thing,
Whilst meaning another,
And changing your story,
Shows me your true colors
It shows me who you really are,
Deep down inside,
And it seems that no longer,
Is it something you can hide
You are a walking contradiction,
In body, mind, and words
You've shown each and every one of us,
Exactly how little you are worth
Your selfish motivations,
Serve only to cause grief,
But that no longer matters,
For we know in what you believe
Know that we don't believe in YOU,
Honestly, I don't feel we ever did,
And it's so much easier to say,
Now that we know what you've kept hid
Yes, a contradiction,
Meaning upon meaning a
Literature
once more with feeling
the earth we lived on
had two moons.
(at night
they both
held hands).
-
i keep remembering
our naked mornings
and our naked nights.
we were the
sound of the ocean.
wed smoke
poison
and watch
our liquid sex squirm.
-
lets bleed
all over the carpet,
were knee-deep
in secrets.
i miss
your voice
when you still sang
and when my heart
wasnt your
pincushion.
yes,
i use to think
you were from a city
made of stars,
now you sit in the
dark waiting to be
reborn.
at least i
still have your
picture
to smile at.
Literature
Forever In A Day
It was forever in a day,
One moment in a lifetime,
Such times are overwhelming,
I wont survive the night
In the message that she threw away,
Her soul spoken in her tears,
The ink in places running,
Her heart is loudly pounding,
As her mind caves to her fears,
It was forever in a day.
The bells forever chimed,
That day was filled with rapture,
Such love shed never found,
With peace and joy abound,
Her heart hed had to capture,
One moment in a lifetime.
Yet lost in seas a-swelling,
Her man- shed never find,
With burdened mind she waited,
As her teeth she slowly grated,
Her last words to al
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It started really cute, but then you had to go and make it depressing :<
But that's what makes it nice :3
But that's what makes it nice :3