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to choose the bottle
there are many reasons a woman
can say her final
goodbye to you
and somehow they
all feel
different
He supposed the worst of all
had to be when
her final goodbye is
influenced by another man
made sense
but that wasn't his case
Also he was too drunk
to think
straight now. And in too much
pain
“It's the final goodbye,” she had
said. “You chose the bottle
over me, now live
with the bottle. Goodbye.”
Goddammit, this
really hurt
His dick was only getting harder
and more blue
stuck in the mouth
of the bottle
Yet still, through all the
pain and the
dizziness he reached for the
phone and called her.
He said, “Hey, I just want you
to know that… It was
you I had in mind when I did it.
I did it while thinking
of you, love.”
She hung up
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a king in his castle
at 08:22 he awakens and pushes
away the tarp he uses as blanket
he’s already dressed up
and wears shoes
looks around at the blackening
dampness of the walls
stretches a bit
takes off his coat and
the blouse
and the shirt
and the tank-top
grabs a tissue
wets it with rubbing alcohol
and uses it to wash his
armpits. He knows it’s good for killing
the bad smelling bacteria
He knows much about how the world works
for he’d been to school and even
one year of collage in his youth
When his armpits dry
he dresses up
and gets out and checks under the
big flower pots that stand before the
entry to the building
He is wise to keep his savings there
Otherwise the others would’ve
smelled it on him and would’ve
robbed him a long time ago
He counts the money
and feels satisfied with the sum
At 09:30 he eats a warm meal at the
local soup kitchen
and turns down
four bums who ask to borrow money
At 10:10 he walks up to the
big casino and
enters
Now his imagination kicks in
Behind the entry
he is greeted with luxury, he walks
on the red carpet
and sees the bright lights
and the game attendants who greet him
like a king
He is the king in his vision
and he had returned to his castle
He smiles
and walks around leisurely
A man needs to have but a clear
vision of a bright future
to live a happy present
He finds a seat
in front of a slot machine
puts the money into
the bill acceptor
and starts playing
He is one of the happiest
customers the casino
ever had
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a dead body in the room
there was a dead body in the room
Had to be
Else where did the smell
come from?
Every time he’d turn around to catch
a ghost or a zombie
from the corner of his eyes the smell
would slap him
A smell of death
He decided he’d look around for the
dead body
but later
He didn’t have the energy now
or the disposition
or anything
He only wanted to sleep
some more
He just woke up and needed a good
nap to recover
Perhaps there were times when it
didn’t make sense
but now, today, nothing made more
sense that this
All you need is a healthy
dose of chronic depression and it makes
sense
Just like not cleaning the room
and not taking a shower
in a time longer than memory can be
bothered to remember
So he paced back to the bed
and climbed in
and dragged the blanket, heavy with
caked dirt, on his body
and closed his eyes
He fell asleep in spite of
the smell of death
coming closer still
The dreams were always a little bit better
in the nap taken after
waking up from
the night’s sleep
One time he even dreamed he
was a published author. Not a great or
even a good one, but published
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