Fell Out Of Another Sailor Bar

Fell out of another sailor bar

Pacific islands; dripping with sweat

The emotionally desperate & the forever lonely

‘Twas never a more perfectly matched set

A pocketful of money & nothing else to do

Looking for Salvation under the scarce shade

Nothing found but stale tobacco scents

A few more coins to avoid this here blade

A different life at the world’s end

Not used to walking upon the steady rock

Enjoy this time of watched freedom

Best stumble back before the end of the clock

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The Cold Metal Chairs Of A Stale Café

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The cold metal chairs of a stale café

A site for endless, inconsequential chatter

All I really wanted was a cup of coffee

Instead, I got rants of words that don’t really matter

I was wishing for something beautiful

In all those years I devoted to university

Thought to share my quality time

Read through renditions of cosmic poetry

In the end, you left me sitting alone

Without any beauty for me to gently stare

This time ended up being useless

Never anything you wanted to share