Howl Davies/The Sounds Inside
I always said
that wine after 4am is a bad idea.
I instinctively mean red.
Who drinks anything else anymore?
We’re discussing all those supernatural times
we spent, mixing cheap bourbon
with ketamine, or whatever amphetamines
we could get our hands on.
I’ve been sober for over a year now,
but this isn’t the time to mention that.
You always saw me more attractively
when my willpower was stunted.
We’re pivoting in circles,
round perspectives which we have committed
years of our time to.
I think it is time for you to move on.
I gain as little from this place as you,
and I shan’t stay for long.
I don’t know where I will go,
or even so much as why,
but I do know I won’t say a word
when I do go.
I’ve spent four years
chasing my inept sense of romance;
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