I am done
And that,

I stood from that chair —

Who was
With me for all this time
I feel sorry
For myself —

To see blatant words of bigotry —

Condoned —

Telling the same jokes
All the time —

Lies and lies —

          — Of self imposed

The clock said,
its getting late.


But still —

I be keep in touch —

I’ll be on the next room —

Where big windows had opened —

For someone to come over —

The only
     From here
Is that —

The wind is fresh and doesn’t stink.
The sky was clearer than the
cigarette smoke
At the ceiling.
           —-  And
The ocean
To seagull calling for odd wind.


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