i
only know the moment
someday
is now
was
talking to this man at the bar
bleary
eyed as he cried
told
me about his sister
and
her three young children
t-boned
in an intersection
by
a driver who ran the red light
because
she was reaching
to
pick up the phone she had dropped
all
three children were killed
one
even flew out of the car
to
the sidewalk
i
bought him a drink
patted
his shoulder
threw
the bartender a fifty
“his
night’s on me”
left
now
i’m walking
and
all i know is this buzz
this
cigarette
and
you can bet
i’ll
know a few cigarettes more
before
this night is gone
my
lips don my flask
nothing
i ask
my
fingers unclasp
the
echoes of empty reasons
we
should abide in your suicide
of
how we should compromise
to
attain
a
meaning to random atoms that collide
i
smoke, i drink
i
do not think
death
is the result of excess
death
is the result of being born
birth
has a one hundred percent
mortality
rate
and
those who wait to satiate
because
of ethics etched into an eternal
will
never know the freedom found
in
an expectation of nothing
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