as i awoke. rude awakening. hello tom
an hour before the sunrise but light enough
to find my way to safehaven.
peeling off the soot, the dirt and memories
in all other cases, likely to have been forgotten.
left behind on the bench that (and who the hell was she again?)
watched the first creatures of morning
crawling. writhing. flapping and falling
so on the road in a hotel on the road
and that wine tasted good didn't it?
two bottles bought with the elephants
observing with their
cautiously optimistic distance
and i staved off sleep for so long
like some type of prize fighter
my goal: the end of the bottle,
another set, another dance
i'm ready for friday
and i'm ready for conversation
coffee, drinking, jumping and more
dancing
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