Words are few.
Far between.
Usually 1 out of 3
is fairly good.
I see a stack
of old friends for sale
like a stack of records
outdated by radio play.
I never told you, but
our life is war.
Exile on Main Street,
not unlike living in a house
with a million little ants
and never forgetting youre alone.
Im resisting reality
in the form of a .38 caliber -
I have a closet full
of ways to permanently forget you,
and all it will cost
is one bullet.















Comments
I wish I could have seen the piece you were responding to in person, so I could begin to grasp how it inspired you to include notions of suicide in the last stanza. I'm just curious about it because that was the most powerful section for me.
Happy holidays and all that. : )
I have links in the description to the piece but seeing each one individually is much more powerful.
Merry Christmas!!
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stop hiding.
i can handle you.
Cheers!
2. +fav, this is amazing and I love it.
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Current novel-in-progress.
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stop hiding.
i can handle you.
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