stay in the game

he found one crumpled cigarette
in his breast pocket
straightened it gently, expertly
between his palms
put it between his lips and
lit it

He was on the
roof
watching the afternoon skies

a bit drunk

He pointed at the plume of smoke
he exhaled and
said, “The trick is to stay in
the game until
you’re the only one left. It don’t matter
how good you are or
how you evolve. Just stay
in the game until you’re the last one.”

The smoke vanished
before him, raising
to the
skies

He nodded. “That’s what I’m
talking about.”

He finished the cigarette
and went back
down to the wedding
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He went nine years without doing
it. Five of those
were spent in prison so it
was just normal
but the other four he spent
desperately trying and failing

He did look fine before
he got into hardcore drugs
and crime

Well, there was this
cute drug dealer
down the block
from whom he kept buying
only to get to see
her and try to strike up a
conversation

He didn't care that
she was pregnant
He called up almost daily to
meet up and
buy but he wasn't too
good at
conversation. Had no game,
as others would put it

And on the other side
she wasn't so
good at putting the products
together
She constantly laced the weed with
some other shit
and one such shit was so
bad that
when he smoked it
he got all horny and creative
and desperate

He grabbed a black
permanent marker and
drew a cunt across his
left forearm

It wasn't good enough so he
cut it open with
a razor and began to
lick at it and finger it
around the bone
and eventually fuck it until
he came

He came about four, five
times until
he passed out

party

the music
makes my lungs quake 

there are people 
all around 
jumping up and down 
shouting 
singing 
howling into each other's 
ears 

the lights blaze from above
and the sides 
and even from the floor 

the immense room feels 
like the surface 
of a star 

and its inhabitants dance 
and cheer 
in the flames 

Everyone is happy 
everyone's ecstatic 
jubilant 
wild 
high
frenzied 

having the time of their
life 

And I am amidst 
them all 

They are talking to me
Expecting replies 

The party goes 
on and on
and on 

God... I've never felt lonelier
in my life.

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