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The bottle of gin is empty again
Its content is my show of restraint
The sitting room spins
Air escapes from my nostrils in hums
Like a laundry machine

My bed all night has been polished tiles
And yet the cold cannot match
What burns inside of me
Nor the ice-cold water I sip from
Hourly

The doorbell rings
too early even for crickets
The shrill cuts through my heart
and quickens my heartbeats
I run my fingers through my locs
For sometimes, when reality skips
This act brings it back

It's not real, he is not real
He does not need me to open the door
If he wants, he glides through
The gentleman with the newspaper
And the fuel for that which
Incinerates my insides

He has locs that fall on his shoulders
Like mine
But he's not me, because he lies
Not about the newspaper
But about what happens
When I go with him
Which I'll never do.


© Jigs Lionheart

JigsawKillah:
The bottle of gin is empty again
Its content is my show of restraint
The sitting room spins
Air escapes from my nostrils in hums
Like a laundry machine

My bed all night has been polished tiles
And yet the cold cannot match
What burns inside of me
Nor the ice-cold water I sip from
Hourly

The doorbell rings
too early even for crickets
The shrill cuts through my heart
and quickens my heartbeats
I run my fingers through my locs
For sometimes, when reality skips
This act brings it back

It's not real, he is not real
He does not need me to open the door
If he wants, he glides through
The gentleman with the newspaper
And the fuel for that which
Incinerates my insides

He has locs that fall on his shoulders
Like mine
But he's not me, because he lies
Not about the newspaper
But about what happens
When I go with him
Which I'll never do.
© Jigs Lionheart

So, you got high and start seeing things like Ghetto Boys in My Mind Is Playing Tricks On Me? Or you want to blame it on the alcohol?

Jigs Jigs. Lol

joseph1832:
So, you got high and start seeing things like Ghetto Boys in My Mind Is Playing Tricks On Me? Or you want to blame it on the alcohol?

Jigs Jigs. Lol

What else do you blame? Lol
Joe of the 19th century.
It's been a while.

JigsawKillah:
What else do you blame? Lol
Joe of the 19th century.
It's been a while.

Yeah it is.
What's good with you?
19th century, really. 🤔

joseph1832:
Yeah it is.
What's good with you?
19th century, really. 🤔

You are as old recent history
Embellished with the wisdom that follows
You have witnessed wars, peace, and crashes
You have seen happiness and immense sorrows

You are the adage that says
Old men see farther though sat
Than a young man up the tallest tree
Your thoughts, when visualised, are artifacts

😁

Keep keeping good, Joe of the 19th century.