not quite finished

I felt as hagered as a forgotten war's vet

trading blows with coffee and cigarettes

stumbling onto and off of dead-end conversations

the unwilling counsel to dead-end relations

jotting down words that conjure memories

for later examination to ease my lunacy

Every once and a while catching faces in view

of people I was certain that I , long ago, knew






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