rinse.relapse.repeat

they say he's only a boy
a little boy lost

but its so hard to see
past the fabrications of complexity i've created in his photocopy eyes
just to give me something to search for
something worth fighting for

but i'll be gone by noon
before the afternoon sun casts its harsh shadows in the bedroom
revealing all the little flecks of ugliness
the little glimpses of truth
i've spent years plastering with foundation
masking with fabreeze and cheap perfume

and he'll still be there
a short story on a loop
chained to that same bar stool
the 5th from the neon marked exit sign

reruns of romanticized television romance
drowned in cheap beer and shots of jameson

fold
cry
shoot

rinse. relapse. repeat.

and i'll be spiraling into a muti-coloured oblivion
leaving empires to crumble
and stories to tumble down to an anticlimactic slumber

i never finish what i start
but he's never started anything at all

and i'll fall back to a chaotic routine
so i can fake spontaneity
endless flights
inebriated manifestations through airport payphones
nudist colony karaoke
sweat soaked tampa nights

comfortably on the run to nowhere.

and they say he's only a boy
that he's incapable of understanding the impact his little feet have
as they trample the hearts layed out in front of them

they say the alcohol makes him that way
it impairs the comprehension of his choices

but i don't believe in chance
or accidents

i don't believe in scapegoats
or losing control

crumble
waste
beg
shoot

rinse. relapse. repeat.

repent. regret.

but never reconcile

and he'll stay young forever
in that same seat
5th from the exit
unable to see outside through the fogged glass

and my seat next to his will lie vacant
like a dream you know was significant but cant quite shape into memory

never knowing how close he came to escape


and ten years from now he'll awake
at age 35
in that same chair
stacks of empty glasses sprawled in front of him like ruins
the walls flooded with red and blue lights

and as they push the stretcher into the back of the ambulance
he'll see the world for the first time

and in that instant before the fall he'll know

i was the one who got away.

clear.
volt.
clear.
shoot.

rinse.relapse.repeat.

red-line.

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[Angela]

This is amazing. Your imagery is so incredible it puts the reader right in the piece. N experience I've never felt on this site-feeling like I was inside the story or one of the characters. More please!