You Weren’t the Only One Who Was Tired

Looking out the window of
a bar you’ll never  
return to  
looking at her eczema
hands and beer belly
knowing she belonged
to something else
nothing but a dull, aching
blackness and that was
you’d see the odd woman
every now and again and
and then you’d go into a
liquor store and buy a  
fifth of vodka and a
six pack and maybe
some cigarettes
because lifespan
meant nothing
to you
everything was green and
all the pussies were pink and
you were down there in  
that black void
everything painted blue and
a renaissance in red
the competition was weak,
but you were even more so
alone in that condo on super-
bowl weekend
maybe a bong hit for a  
birthday celebration
leftover pirogis in the
sour cream on the coffee
living it up on the company’s
I couldn’t even call a friend
when he needed me most
I watched the same videos
over and over again
my routine was absolute
I still came back to this, but
how it dwindled and
another jerkoff session  
another succubus season  
in hell
we would ultimately fail to
see the humor in things
her doing what she knew to
do best
I was a coward staring out
from the corner and  
hell knew all about it
Written by Taurek
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