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about prison systems
last night, I went to a friend’s birthday party
amidst the vanishing drinks and conspicuous laughter
between the entwined fingers in the dark and the slow crawl
of quiet desperation, like a timid schoolboy on the first day
i saw the invisible guest, the familiar old ghost in baggy clothes
and, an ill-fitting bespoke hat
from an era no-one remembers
we stop-started our attempts
to ignore each other, until
someone uttered his name
loneliness limped out
to the other room
into
the discoloured wall with
peeled distemper and
trapped moisture that
never really leaves
i am told all the dead dreams
and residual reminiscences
dwell there
at the end of the day,
all of us castaways
must find our ways
back into
our prisons
needless to say
you’re terribly
missed
.
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