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God was a cigarette i smoked to
the filter, then whipped out my pistol
and killed her. her corpse lips stiffened
in a knowing smile, like i'd be back
when the shit got deep enough, but
space wasn't big enough for the two
my trust in others is a french kiss
from an Amsterdam whore, there for
the moment, gone in the morning, leaving
you with an itch you'll be scratching
until you get penicillin.
i sit alone in the blue neon haze
kicking back nature's private stock,
sleep walking through short attention
span conversations with the bartender,
as my nose numbs with each bend of
"hey Oz, how you been," she says,
her legs whisper as she slides onto
the neighboring stool, sending men
running like pool balls at the break,
leaving the place empty.
"hey God, how'd you find me,"our
running joke, but she's not laughing.
Ok, so maybe this is the first chapter of the River of Memnemosyne challenge over at 10DOM.