lingering in the loneliness of your lies

walking on wilshire

i turn north on western ave

pass beverly blvd

melrose ave

santa monica blvd

pass under the 101

pass sunset blvd

 

at hollywood blvd

i’m getting tired

turn west

and go to the frolic room

order a drink

find a seat

and forage through the

fabrication found

in the fiber optics

of everyone’s findings

regarding the finite

and the finality

 

by my second drink

i’m wondering

why i’m still wondering

about this cesspool

simmering on the surface

of the singularity

in the similarity

 

after all

i don’t believe in anything

but this moment

and making the most of it

everything is bullshit

 

i step outside for a cigarette

after leaving my tab open

 

it’s just

that i’m bombarded

by baked goods

bartered like a leverage

for loneliness with a

montage of meaning

sprinkled on top

 

but the sweet

and the succulent

never satisfies

and this cheaper

by the dozen salvation

is a deprivation

that only isolates me

in my belief of no relief

in the reasons released

regarding rectification

 

extinguishing my cigarette

is meaningless

as it’s already down

to the butt

 

on the final hole

you’re searching for

the right club with which

to putt while i’ve gone back

inside to add to the amount

on my tab

 

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