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Vibin’ smooth as bass guitar strings,

those nights were as real as I’d feel

W/ the universe and our flings

& medication for meals,

Lickin’ the skin of this earth against my own,

Undressed of every mortal burlesque gristle & bone.

*

But now who am I? How hollow? How whole?

I can’t remember. Filthy as an ashtray, my mind’s

all-a-simmer

& I’m afraid. Drunk and grimy as opioid gunk,

crawling from the shade of thirty thousand thrills

all adrift in this soul.

*

From ashes to ashes,

dust to dust,

Just another victim

of too much lust.

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