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Soft light filters
through curtains
drawn across grey skies
as they pour
on the shingled roof
under which I lie
listening to white noise
I swear could be your voice
sinking deeper in
to sheets so smooth they could be your skin.
She's a sidewalk sweetheart,
A passerby,
A passenger,
To her own life.
In this haze of modern delusion,
fights over black, white, or fusion,
what's important is you're losing,
sight of what it means to be human.
We had a few beers, and then a few more...
The empty box flattened on the floor,
read something like twenty-four.

We danced to made up melodies...
A pair of socks and two bare feet,
shuffled around aimlessly.

"Look at the stars!" you said, staring at the ceiling...
All I saw were cracks and paint peeling,
but I found it was worth believing.
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
This here is my confession...

Today a man left home,
spent countless hours on the road,
and wound up where he meant to go.
A life of service is what he chose.
A respectable career is what we're told.

But father,
this man of honor,
is out romancing dolled up daughters,
while his girlfriend at home is left to wonder,
if distance really makes the heart grow fonder.
He doesn't worry, he'll always have her.

His back up option, his second choice.
He calls, but not to hear her voice.
She's something to play with, just one of his toys.
Something to brag about back home with his boys.
A good time to be had before he deploys.

They both knew that it wasn't wise,
to sneak her out and pick her up for 2am rides,
all their time spent in-between her thighs,
and so they made a compromise.
He'd have her for dessert, while his girlfriend ate lies.

And this girl, she thought she knew,
the extent to which she was being used,
thought she was just using him too,
but since he's been gone, she's just been confused.
These feelings she has can't be refused,
but now she has nothing left to lose.

She's coming clean, no secrets.
What's done is done, no more regrets.
Has a lot on her conscience she needs to confess.
She's not religious, doesn't believe in that,
but she prays after this,
his girlfriend won't love him any less.
That sailor's about to be in distress.
Eighteen years of running wild.
One day past being a drugged out child.
Slipping on washed up aspirations.
Now come decisions and contemplations...

Raise the child? Or get it aborted?
But you aren't even self supportive.

Evicted yesterday
Happy Birthday

What happened to the rent money?
******* so white made your nose ******.
Call back home.
On what, a phone?
Don't even have quarters in your pocket,
Had to pawn your favorite necklace locket.

Oh yea, this is it. The glamorous life like in the movies...
Minus the money, and cars, and tan body beauties.
Funny how through the haze of addiction,
You never really see what's missing.

Concrete.
Cold street.
All alone.
Welcome home.
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