More Time Spent

03 Dec


More Time Spent


“The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.”

Oscar Wilde


I thought the lights were following me

As the moonlight fucked off along the water

As the night bottomed out into the gutter of the approaching day.

I was stoned

As the weed was strong

As the vodka blurred the faces of my company.

I thought about the girl I was with

As she had her fingers dancing on my jeans

As she looked doomed or resolute for pretty boredom.

My friends asked me what time it ended

As I looked away into it

As they cackled

Because the news was printed

Because the wars were fought

Because the bodies moved on their own

Because this time, it was upon us;

We were drunk and dazed,

Like a soul smoking to the filter.


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