Tuesday 5 October 2010

Drunk Man, Hunched Over His Glass

Don't laugh at me,
young scallywags
and painted dolls.

You use this place,
my place,
a stepping stone to
all points West.

I used to be like you,
alive, I had it all.
The games, the loves,
so long ago.

Don't laugh at me
or at my tears.
I envy you
your years.

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