horrible
rain soaked
feet wet from failed boots
conquered by the feeble minded
adrift infinite
my eyes still red and sore
with last night’s waltz of beer and wine
facing this death sentence existence
like a slouched gunslinger
with too much blood on his hands
telling myself
maybe tomorrow mantras
…..and then this kid comes over
to me and says:
you know
without your beard
you look horrible
and bitch-slapped
by this day anew
i have
no cause
to doubt
him.
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