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Not too many horizons
when you live in a small home
with small windows
and thick blinders
and only face the smoky ceiling
as you sit sprawled on the bed,
bottle in hand, more empty than full,
cigarette between fingers, more ashes
Work starts only the day after tomorrow
so there is nothing to do now
just like there won’t be much to do then
He’s not alone in this,
this young man
He thinks now of past lovers
and it’s like God delivers a gift all of a sudden
There’s a knock on the door
about to vomit
and finds his way to the door
It’s been… What, a year already?
The woman holds a child in her arms
and tells him it’s his.
The same whore who ran away with the little
money he had about a year ago,
just after they’ve done it and got wasted on the
same bed he rose from.
Thank you, God
It’s, you know, just what the
hell I needed.
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