March 2009
1 post
Cold as hell,
Unmoved but rotating
Constant spinning, a most annoying flux,
Sit alone amidst throngs, quiet, and aloud,
I hate bars in the evening,
too sober, too personal, no one forgets,
the words you say,
Reality still complete,
intact with shallow remnants of the day,
true dreaming, mild drunkenness, debauchery,
those things don’t occur until
late,
11ish of the bar closes at...