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Drop your bag and run to me
I’ll feed you alcoholic sympathy
I’ll kiss your cheeks, I’ll stroke your hair
then walk out the door, and fall asleep.
There’s that couple
I watch flatly, an ugly slice of lemon hanging from my lip
A smart purple tie next to me
gesticulating into his beer
That song from a dream
gurgling softly in my head
A man laughs too loud,
Slaps his knee after every plump silence
The pub atmosphere is hollow
On the cover it’s all smiles
Inside it’s grubby ice
Walking out I say thanks to the wall
giving up to the night.
A man holding another man
holding a sleeping fish
knee deep in the sea