Benediction 

 

dry cough

one more drag

put out one last

cigarette

 

drag myself

up from the chair

wondering how much

whiskey’s left

 

one more pull

and cap the pint

chase it

water from the tap

 

mosey down

towards solitude

blanking thinking

that’s a trap

 

keeping on

is what I do

all that’s left

since I lost  you

 

 

she paints her face

and then her toes

thinking

“guess that’s how it goes

 

that man

thought he could

own me…

another fool, God knows”

 

mosey down

toward solitude…

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