YELLOW-POWERED
CANDELABRA
I am afraid to have traveled far, maybe
too far, for the destination I was gaming.
Now it is all behind me. I am kettle-drum
harsh, I am liquor-store liquid; a dark, amber
flow. All that is left for me to do is to sit here
at this curb and let all those others pass. The
few who I will know, they will not even notice
I am here. Just another curbside loser, the bum
with no cards, the drunk with no bottle.
And all of that will have to do.
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One time, long back, I knew a girl who thought
the world of me. I walked her home and found
she lived in a cave beneath a tree. We spoke for
hours before she disappeared. Things like that,
they just forever baffle me, and to this day,
I wonder still where she has gone.
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