POINTLESS SECRETS

blank events survive
on
my
flat calendar
but
the Vibes
the Meanings
the Feelings
are
bleached to nothings by oceans of gin
and
the
what-the-fuck mornings
of
shark-eyes bunny-scared on the bus
and
staring inside
hiding behind
mean humour
in
the warehouses of youth and wages

well-fed fear
drove reckless
in
the
front seat

and
i 
kept 
pointless secrets - secrets make Hell

and
they
ate at my strangled guts from below

while i waited 
hoping for age
to
loosen
everything

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