he's drunk in his fat armchair
not wasted just in that loose goosy place
giving me those open probing looks
digging deeper into my mind trying to get somewhere
he says it's a funny thing you had to put on a show of extravagance and insanity
just to feel comfortable enough to be yourself with random strangers
why should it take such a display of not-normal
to feel at home within yourself
.
breathe, dip into the water and go under it all and hold yourself alone
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
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