Hasn’t walked this ancient knot of pavement
since that limbo time of shuffling feet
and transient hotel rooms.
The stained bedsheets of a
thousand
drunken
hate crimes
passed off as sexual and chemical abuse.
He left neglible impressions back then,
a faint spectre of regret
and loathing.
Passing time in nevative space.
Passed about like an unlucky sock.

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