Sometimes there’s reason at the end of the day to think of this one. Hope you find something of value. Much love.
Scene from a Bar
Whiskey drank and herbs inhaled
And he and she
in the bedroom of disrespect.
Clothing lost along the path,
With guilt they might collect.
Bodies sweating, slapped together
With Ginsbergian intensity.
What did you say your name is?
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