Expressions

my makeup is smeared
giving away the fact that
it’s the end of the night

I’m drunk
standing in front of a mirror
naked
dancing

I don’t like the way I look
my eyes are red
my hair is in its typical, wild state
and I can’t seem to make a smile that’s
genuine

but I can’t look away from the
form in front of me

in a way
beauty is easily found on my
face

but I don’t see it at all in my
features

it’s in the look I make
what is said with expression

I’m about to make friends
with more whisky
and climb into a bathtub

I am
bone
tired

I am resting
with Bukowski’s drink tonight

pour another cutty sark
for me

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