red wires cover my eyes,Bourbon slays my breath,
and the numbness in my nose
seems to breathe, through my soul,
as smoke puts a chokehold
on my chest.
I can feel myself falling
into this voided rhythm
called night.
Like an orphan echo,
bouncing off the edges
of some hardship tunes.
Alone in my apartment,
I sway though the piano
and moan over the sax,
while some dead singer
pokes
at my youthful decrepitude.
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