Monday, March 12, 2012


Talked about you the
Other day feeling sorry
For ourselves not yet
Gone a year so mostly
We just had to laugh
Saving tears for later
When we’re all alone
Together in an obituary
Reverie just two crusty
Old gossips sitting on
Their barstools hardly
Able to read the black
Board hanging behind
The barmaid where all
The beers were listed
Can’t neither of us tell
The difference without
Our fucking glasses &
Whatever we ordered
Helped get us through
These indiscriminate
Memories of you


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