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Feb 2013
You slip another excuse from your blood red lips.
It slithers snake like
flicking its tonge
staring with never blinking eyes
as it climbs up excitedly
strangling me with its obvious deceit.
I accept it regretfully
and slip slowly into blackness as it chokes the air from my pride.
Sure,
next time,
with that salesman's grin on your face.
I just bought a 1982 with a cracked block
and 25% interest.
That giddy smirk on your complexion
it shakes the limp hand of my shameless ignorance.
Still I feel no bliss.
I'd love to see you again you say
bagging up your things
and shaking with anticipation
at the freedom beyond my sight.
My authenticity suddenly becomes pathetic
mirroring your statement
onto a fleeing back.
Now,
my days are spent watching walls
and contemplating loneliness.
The white begins to swirl
pitted pimples capturing old filth.
Its monotone reaches to swallow me whole in the silence
some still blanket grasping.
I'll let go.
It's not that hard to ignore reality
until the cigarette cherry climbs its way to my finger tips
fiery teeth biting.

*Your back,
stay for a while,
Its not like things could get worse than this.
Lee
Written by
Lee  portland, oregon
(portland, oregon)   
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