She's a liar
I'm for hire
She's an heir of a wine chain
Drunk out of my mind
Simmering sins, hidden
in the endless Seattle wind
Now and again
I picture her from within
When time turns, the tables
I forget the year
Sitting here in the lobby
Shaking with a stutter
pursuing her as a hobby
In she walks
She doesn't talk
Giving me a wink and a nod
Making me feel odd
A second woman pushes through the glass double doors
They approach one to the other
embracing in fact
Tasting perhaps
I licked mine
Staring too long
What's the name of this song?
Playing in my head
Wishing it was me instead
I feel so dead inside
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
