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He takes another crystal cup
from the rack of containers at his side,
wiping it clean,
filling it with tonic and gin,
and all that liquid gold,
then putting it on the counter
for the newest sad sack fresh through the door,
full of sorrow
and ready to drink away his woes.
Sometimes he wishes that it was him
sitting on the chair in front of his place,
emptying his wallet
in exchange for emptying his mind
and his clouded heart
of all their demons.
He has bills to be paid
and debts to be remade.
He wishes that he was the one
talking with this understanding bartender,
who just happens to be such a good listener.
But he knows that can never be.
He has to be the one
who hears all the woes and troubles,
the one who is perpetually prepared
to offer his moral support
in times of need, disaster, and even any mild confusion.
He can't be the one to break or bawl,
can't afford to crumble or fall.
He has to stand, always, an invincible pillar,
reliable, sturdy, robust, and tall.
No matter what demons he has,
or what worries he has that endlessly gnaw.
from the rack of containers at his side,
wiping it clean,
filling it with tonic and gin,
and all that liquid gold,
then putting it on the counter
for the newest sad sack fresh through the door,
full of sorrow
and ready to drink away his woes.
Sometimes he wishes that it was him
sitting on the chair in front of his place,
emptying his wallet
in exchange for emptying his mind
and his clouded heart
of all their demons.
He has bills to be paid
and debts to be remade.
He wishes that he was the one
talking with this understanding bartender,
who just happens to be such a good listener.
But he knows that can never be.
He has to be the one
who hears all the woes and troubles,
the one who is perpetually prepared
to offer his moral support
in times of need, disaster, and even any mild confusion.
He can't be the one to break or bawl,
can't afford to crumble or fall.
He has to stand, always, an invincible pillar,
reliable, sturdy, robust, and tall.
No matter what demons he has,
or what worries he has that endlessly gnaw.
Literature
one night stand
Inspiration kicked me out
of bed, threw my
clothes-
said, I'll call you-
and moved on
to the next.
Literature
Sonnets and Bruises
What would you give me
if I asked you for a pulse?
My trip to dreamland
is grey. The way
there's bliss in the in-between
of sunsets and dawns;
blowing cigarette smoke
in the lines
of the fades.
The span of her and me
scares me-
the child who picks
fairies and swallows them,
when you know me well enough.
I'm a staccato of insects
too close to fire
and raindrops too quick
to be steam. Lonely merry-go-rounds
and bottles for lanterns
are the cobblestones
beneath my feet;
and I love tripping on them.
Think of the cyclones
we'd ride and the tomorrows
we'd wrap around our pinkies;
had you met me first.
Oh, the number of and's
we'd use
to replac
Literature
The human condition of wanting to be everything
I feel as though I am exhausting
The excess skin around
My eyes
They
h
a
n
g
in loose shadows
Across my cheekbones like
A wreath.
And whilst I find myself
unable
To draw open the blinds
Because the light
is too bright
And I really can’t handle
The pane of the sky
With its obnoxious
Blue
glaring at me
With such a joyful expression
I know that lately
I am burning myself out
That I consume one too many
Cans of soda and energy drinks
At 2.45 AM
When the rest of the world
Is static in a hushed
Comatose state
Whilst I frantically try
To achieve something
Because being
Average
Ordinary
Mundane
Is too
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A bit of me, I suppose.
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Very well done. I think it describes so many people in "giving" and "caring" positions for careers.