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another night

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At the end of the day

I am nothing but

sweat and fat

and bad breath

and poems

strewn out among sage

and corkscrew, lighter, and coffee mug

wine and love for it all

all the things that I have carried

and still carry till this day

another night

another light

twinkling in the Friday night hysteria

of weekend fun

unseen.

2 thoughts on “another night”

  1. I do enjoy your poems, I wish I had the ability to write poems but the words don’t flow that way for me. I’m a beginner & have so much to learn, explore, & tell I am a fan of your words to the end.

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