slightly buzzed, on the front steps of eternity

hey
reader
could you reveal
the melody of
baseline happiness
and sanitized sedation?

some people
have an answer for everything
others
have only questions

quiet rebellion on a friday night
observing chaos from a distance

i have beer
and metal
and cigarettes
a sidewalk couch
and the smell of summer’s decay

and then
finally
a message,
a moment
to finish a poem
as eight silver fingers
dipped in lead
slide across this
secluded keyboard
once more

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