inner self

falling into a familiar pattern

cigar smoke

and barstools

new hearts to break

old ones still trying to mend

a crowded room

of faces I've seen before

thru intoxicated eyes

forgive me

if I forget you by morning

I have other fish to fry

impoverished by my own


deprived by my own mind

standing still in time

going to places forgotten

in my mind

stamped with denial

skewed on the floor

intersecting memories

knocking on my door

lurking in my shadows

are skeletons

I thought I dissembled

but here they stand

haunting me

calling out my name

whispering my shames

one by one by one

by one

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