Saturday, August 01, 2015

a revolution
pissing hard
against the back
of toilet bowls
shit flaking down
porcelain washed white
remembering a new
personal identification number
and waiting for broken trains
a barricade dreaming of
five years passed
half cut mid stare
beer in hand
to a nervous friend
in joyful tongued
embrace on
dance floor
hoping for it to last
mostly her smile and
movements in half light
blurred gentle kisses
and wanting to do better
this time
cherish these
small victories
to carry us home

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