matching hats in a scene of confusion
Siamese twins
bonfire raging like a black panther
respite from the chill of night
embers flying randomly
another one to fill the cup
another glass to stay longer
debaucherous nothingness
not even that, just derelict
in a bourgeois kind of way
neurons under attack
the billowing smoke
as we detach ourselves
said stories always end sad
About Me
- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
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