Monday, October 7, 2013

Entropy Blues pt.1

He stood silently in the brief patch of sun
blinking his eyes and fumbling
in his pockets for a smartphone
or something

People said he lacked ambition
He forgave himself easily

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The small dog yipped
and was scooped up with little emotion
Holding the creature in his arms
he began to think about Infinity

Life was meaningless
People were shit

--

Sitting on his woman’s couch
not writing his novel
No cigarettes
until the unemployment check comes

She was sick of him
He knew it

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Malaise of days grown
fat and resentful
Small indiscretions
harmless, really

as he listened to old songs
and smoked in the dark