year three of xams rehab
used
to
bunker down
moody and alone
scribbling
with
a
long drink of black
used to pace the night streets with scorn
living
room
lights
raw beacons of the stupid happy
were
angry
fuel
used to go to work
used to stretch out in the bath
and
listen
to
my
nothing
now
i
got
a
tree
smells fresh of pine
and
too many places to go
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