After all
by Simon Kearns
The questions piled up so high I thought I'd never
get through the
door.
The ease of alcohol,
the incline of submission.
Guttural sounds and spittle.
Wipe down the morning after
with a shower.
Redress in last night's clothes.
There's coffee if you want it.
Sincerity too -
no, thanks, I'm already late.
I've been late since last night.
How naked some people become,
they must have no shame.
I've enough for both of us,
I'll leave you some,
no, really, I can afford it.
get through the
door.
The ease of alcohol,
the incline of submission.
Guttural sounds and spittle.
Wipe down the morning after
with a shower.
Redress in last night's clothes.
There's coffee if you want it.
Sincerity too -
no, thanks, I'm already late.
I've been late since last night.
How naked some people become,
they must have no shame.
I've enough for both of us,
I'll leave you some,
no, really, I can afford it.
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I hear Bukowski somewhere. *
Me too.*
Cool, thanks people. I've never read Bukowski, perhaps I should.
Shame and guilt are the work of the gods.
"How naked some people become"
Excellent.