Bad Poetry Friday

Coffee Talk  c. 1997

We explained over espresso
the problems of our youth
how difficult life used to be
before MTV
but how we block out
our apathy
sometimes we cry
proclaim we are saved
with tears in our eyes
yesterday I saw my skeleton
hanging in my closet
I was half dressed
naked in my memories
a low key fantasy
after all
we fall
too hard for our inclinations
expectations we never meet
so we beat ourselves with words
sticks and stones
will break my bones
and I will break my habits
to stop the hurt

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