home

Home away

Away,

away

from home…

and this is not home,

but today it carries that label,

and so it must suffice.

But,

It’s not home,

and that home

is that place

which labels

me.

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a line

A dancer,

a fool…

   drunkard.

Confused,

lost.

An invite

  to destroy…

     forget.

“I can get you what you need,

if need be.

If you ask me,”

(I didn’t)

“I think you should”.

I’m a writer,

a sufferer,

questioning my soul.

“Dance, drink, fuck!”

So I dance,

with the man

who’s friend

won’t come home.