Scrubbing thoughts
Like blood from pavement
With a steady hand,
My attempt at patience,
Then frantically
When the stain won’t lift.
Destroy the evidence.
Distractions
Bring me back every time
To the foolishness of it all.
To the high before the fall.
The coaster was a subway.
Blinking through the fog
As it passed by.
Raise a glass to the high.

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