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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2258139
A little piece about my time as a street performer and heavy drinker
Down to the Low

It’s a sideways motion,
It’s a stumble to rise,
It’s a few mumbled words
To try and justify.
Imagine how it’s seen
Through a stranger’s eyes.
You agitate the devil
Just to feel alive.
It’s an empty glass,
It’s a last call cry.
It’s running faster
To try and stop time.
Imagine how it’s seen
Through a stranger’s eyes.
You agitate the devil
Just to feel alive.

Sink down to the low,
Say you will not rot.
Happy hour is a lie,
But it just don’t stop.
It’s just a streetlight,
Not a sign from god.
Take apart yourself
And sell it off.

Look down at the floor,
There are outlines of dust.
From where you slept before,
Without a fuss.
There’s a pounding at the door,
Then it’s gone and done.
Just something to ignore,
Just another one.
Is that a photograph,
Or a memory?
Does make you the last,
Or the first one to see?
It’s just a streetlight,
Not a sign from god.
Take apart yourself
And sell it off.
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