Far From
DrifterX
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...turns out
the stones I was kicking,
hearing them skip along
the third world asphalt
were actually
the ice cubes tinkling
around in my glass as
I dragged myself
down Revolution Street
Little snippets
of brilliance busting through
the surface as the last
remnants of sobriety swaggers
out the bar,
leaving in wake lonely white shirts
and black light, and a
fatal thought...
...I Don't Care
the stones I was kicking,
hearing them skip along
the third world asphalt
were actually
the ice cubes tinkling
around in my glass as
I dragged myself
down Revolution Street
Little snippets
of brilliance busting through
the surface as the last
remnants of sobriety swaggers
out the bar,
leaving in wake lonely white shirts
and black light, and a
fatal thought...
...I Don't Care
I'm a thief! I'm a liar! There's my church, I sing in the choir!
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Send my credentials to the house of detention
it has a very true voice and reads very nicely.
If I knew where it was I would take you there.