TRPOREX

I believe in the burn of scotch
Swimming down my throat.
I believe in the conversations of a beer
Like in losing balance.
I believe in drinking buddies that won’t leave
Like in oblivious threesomes.
I believe in saying the alphabet backwards
Without making any mistakes.

I believe in twin bartenders
And in the comforting music of ice cubes
Like in the absurd volume of my voice.

I believe in ghosts made of smoke
Like in their eloquent laughter.

I believe in my clothes that fall stained with my dignity
Like in smothering between blankets and shots of bourbon.

I believe in forgetting names and faces
And in the fake kindness of strangers.

I believe in nights that never come back
And mornings that stay forever.

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