Sometime Late Last December / aircrashdetectives/paypal.me
Some days
I think
That I remember
What she said
One day
Late last December
She said
You’re not Santa Claus
Anymore
And don’t let the door
Hit your
Sorry ass
On the way out
And in the chaos
I tried
To find
A matching pair
Of socks
Just in case
I meet someone famous
At the baggage carousel
At the airport
In Las Vegas
I took a gamble
On this
Lonely life
For the first time
Put it all
On black
Looking foolish
Waiting for you
To be on time
What if a Jesus freak
Tries to
Save us
From ourselves
What if I find
My new beautiful
Temptress
In a state of Undress
Is this my new hell?
Now I drink
My whisky neat
Ice cubes
On the side
Just in case
It gets
Too hot in here
Or she tells
One too many lies
The fire
In her eyes
Flamed out
Long ago
As she maintains
Her poise
Under the lights
So there is no damage
To her ego
Is this
The new normal
Where we don’t
Ever regret
And we take
Our prescriptions
Without
Ever thinking about
The long lasting
Side effects
Something bright
Distracted
Me from
This reality
It was not
As mysterious
As you think
It might
Be
Now I am
Crawling
In the crawl space
Checking the foundations
So that when
Your world
Starts shaking
I can take my
Medication
So how do
You like
The me now
Incognito
If I
Ever find out
Who I am
I will let
You know
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