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a tongue on a cheek

and then there’s just me and this
barstool rocking a little
back and forth

is that the sound of space in the background?

and i can’t stop my mind from
being stuck in this loop:

a tongue on a cheek
a tear on a bottle of beer

my comrades here are just blank faces
looking down or looking straight
ahead at the dead holes in space

black holes in this bar
light being pulled apart
from each of our eyes
the hope
a future at peace

instead of only thinking about you
melting with some stranger
who’s not me

shut up jason
stop writing about this
and finish your beer

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A poem about poems. A poem about beer and cheating.

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cheating, cheat, whore, poem, beer, bar, batstool

Jason Franklin, Dayton Ohio photographer.

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