23.

Is it – intrinsically connected to a youthful
indiscretion, a mistake of chemicals
that didn’t stand up against each other
or a weakness that came from an inherent strength
a talent with the fairer sex, and a violence
that enabled distance and –

There is no-one here

I learned in twenty one years how to run and hide
and lost it with drugs and vulnerability
but I lied – and you can’t get near me
exploitation and bloody fingers, a love
of the foreign and a bed to lay in
classically, obsessively, you know 
a city of broken bottles and bloodied hands

 

 

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