The astral bowl was full of green smoke,
the tin roof, the fairy-light canopy;
two friends suffered in greed.
The backwater shed,
a monument of beer cans
blow listless on the lawn.
One says,
"I have not given up on my dreams
I have grown tired of sleeping through them."
The other, an insomniac, glistens:
"Merrily, Merrily, merrily, merrily..."
The television was on mute.
A flag assembles from the garments
retrieved at the end of the war.
A red-eyed stare
as they lament
the dried rivers in the carpet.
One says,
"There are eyes on me all the time
so I drink myself blind after work."
The other, a pessimist, decrees:
"you drink to steel yourself for the cliff-face-
no idea where you are going."
The sky was granite
as they ****** outside.
One turns to the other and says:
"I try to live an honest life
but it always feels like a lie."
The other, still ******* replies:
"we keep our secrets close to our person.
Now please - tuck yours back inside."
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
The astral bowl was full of green smoke,
the tin roof, the fairy-light canopy;
two friends suffered in greed.
The backwater shed,
a monument of beer cans
blow listless on the lawn.
One says,
"I have not given up on my dreams
I have grown tired of sleeping through them."
The other, an insomniac, glistens:
"Merrily, Merrily, merrily, merrily..."
The television was on mute.
A flag assembles from the garments
retrieved at the end of the war.
A red-eyed stare
as they lament
the dried rivers in the carpet.
One says,
"There are eyes on me all the time
so I drink myself blind after work."
The other, a pessimist, decrees:
"you drink to steel yourself for the cliff-face-
no idea where you are going."
The sky was granite
as they ****** outside.
One turns to the other and says:
"I try to live an honest life
but it always feels like a lie."
The other, still ******* replies:
"we keep our secrets close to our person.
Now please - tuck yours back inside."
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