November 30, 2010

• it’s in these places
  these corners of my mind
  that i retreat to

  wood table
  permeated with spilled beer
  cigarettes

  and soft soul memories

  of people
  places
  and sorrow

  love
  lust
  muse

  these things make my pen move
  across an empty page

  that fill word for word
  pound for pound

  as i turn
  finishing my guinness
  and lighting another cigarette

  before i call it a night
  and let go of all inspiration
  not yet exited my body

  only mentioned in the event of my own demise

  next to a full ashtray
  a perfect stout
  and a constant companion

  of paper
  words
  and memory

  sewn together
  to make a book.

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