Red wine & smoking,
a mellow night with my friend.
Memory lane stalking,
with a Mary-Jane blend.
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Shy All day…
Shy all day.
For a puff she will stay,
but her company doesn’t come cheap…
She’s vain,
and she’s shallow,
an athletic bedfellow.
She’s all yours,
til yv only got sleep…
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The little things…
It was nice to catch up with some friends.
Dinner and beers.
A few games of darts.
It was nice when the last one left.
Calm and quiet.
Curling up in bed with my Jem.
It’s nice.
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Boredom…
My get up and go,
has got up and gone.
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Mood swinging…
An emotional pendulum.
Swings high, and low.
A back and forth rhythm,
has a turbulent flow.
You hear musical laughter,
til a breeze rocks the boat…
And in the blink of an eye,
she’ll rip out your throat.
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Monday…
Coffee and a cigarette.
My day begins.
The teenage girl fluffs in front of the mirror,
looking beautiful.
Eyes roll as I tell her so.
The house is falling down around me.
Chaos reigns.
The unemployment line waits for me.
I’ll do that tomorrow.
I wonder what today will bring…
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Wasted timing…
Bottomless eyes
staring deep into space,
while smoke slowly drifts to the sky.
Lovingly lost
deep in Nothings embrace,
unaware, in the bliss, flying high.
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