Draped in ketamine and lucid dreams

this investigative one
the one with the short hair and the
moth bitten eyes,
she’s doing it to me again and
the shared solitude is the
most pleasant five minutes of the day.
When that all shall pass and
the new will be old
the exciting will be familiar
when there’s no one left to hire
or give a damn
we’ll still have those five minutes
lodged away, tucked in the back of the drawer,
with the cobwebs and the bits of string only found in a boy’s pocket,
then those five minutes will open like a pool
and we’ll swim ’round
denying alcohol as a necessity
and each other as a vice.

– 12/2/2017

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