Monday, November 26, 2012


And now, in the aftermath...
wishing I could sleep

had a great night -
friends, food, family, friskiness -

...disappears into the night,
falls away as my tires roll into the dark,
putting miles between us,

miles between us...

pushing the emptiness forward,
drawing out that happiness

like a poison...

I need a smoke.

(Spring 2009)

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