I wish I could wiggle my arms
under this boundless sky.
I’m lost in transcendent drunkenness,
a fool with a mind.
Synapses firing with alcoholic fervor,
I lie motionless.
The cigarette ashes on my cheek
As I puff with my eyes closed,
But not for too long.
I must stop the dark from spinning.
Wandering and wondering in wanderlust,
I hope we last forever.
I wish you were here now.
But C’est la Vie!
I’ll make do,
and I’ll make do
in accompanied solitude soon.
I see double as autocorrect corrects.
I close my eyes as the sky shuffles.
I fade to black, wondering what tonight will hold.
Nice!
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