L. Bangs (lbangs) wrote,
L. Bangs

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In the End, What You Don't Surrender / Well, the World Just Strips Away

Silver Strings

It was such a frothy party.
Your black dress mostly stayed on.
My date fell off her cocktail glass.
We sang along to songs we just made up.
The shallow pool,
The tubs of dip,
The way our eyes avoided us.

You're smoking now
I haven't seen you in a thousand days,
But you and I,
We almost made it clean.
We nearly got away.

Like the lazy silver string
Arising from your cigarette,
We lingered.
We let it stretch too long,
Although the smoke somehow
Always rises.

I guess you only have so many minutes.
Everyone exhales

- 2/7/17
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