Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Synchronicity



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An old divey store front
peered through in the
dusk of now
remembering a party
long past
at this dark locale,
watching bodies dancing
lights flickering
glasses clinking
eerily vibing something
unexplained
wondering if I walked in
there today,
would I come
face to face with the
spirit of myself
from long ago
wearing the mask of
alcoholism disguised
as fun.

3 comments:

  1. I usually read your poems as they arrive by mail, and you know I love your writing (I hope you do), but I'm really bad at coming here to comment. Thought I had to on this one! *smile* Great to have you back, and I really loved this piece! *big hugs*

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