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Pony Keg

It wasn’t as if I was secretive about it;
OK, maybe secretly guarded in the dark
with a small cloak of candlelight
I brewed and brewed up some beer in
my basement bathtub…..

in my youth,
emotions and my feelings, all
packed tightly only to spill
upon art paper in colored vomit.
Sealed air-tight in a keg of volatile
Black powder.
Now in my advanced timeline
my Feel is wet
often leaking and foaming from an open tap.

Last night I closed the bar.  No more free rounds!
Maybe it was because I couldn’t identify
how I felt.  All I could see and touch was
ambivalence.

I slept out the hangover.
Detoxed my catatonic heart
I am ready to change out the barrel
&
open a new tap.
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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