| a night he'll always forget |
| among what i'd most like to forget is what i remember the most your weak arm's attempt at a lift the trust and donations abandoned temptations and false hopes left so far adrift you gave up your seat in hopes of pleasing me and you tried to help me in but the forces did forbid euphoric eyelids drooping with every freed beat my foot tapping and your head rocking a priceless useless treat and after all the hustle and mess a calmer setting but with atmosphere to test chewing straw after straw the hidden crack in the wall a joyous occasion for one but hardly a party for all. the breakfast and the hot tea you told me i was done i told you not to tell me what to do and done was through another empty promise another gift-wrapped lie i'd hate you for it, yet i know already my energy's spread too wide to deny and so the trip back home hairy legs and inclined jars the books covered space from wall to wall pristine frames and practiced smiles old books, worn clothes, flannel sheets, wired guitars the slap in the face the morning race almost nude and so confused strong back, shirt black, no slack, six pack and female anatomy reeked of refuse. |
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