Published January 26, 2009
Bad luck baby
Late in bars, through glazey bars
of light on glass and stumbling up hills,
too far from her. Late in bars,
far from her... once a skip, bell,
a call away. And now these death
defying quiet saturday mornings
staring at the ceiling.
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