amber, ether, and gold

amber, ether, and gold wafting among the banter 
everything so cold, so cold,
the women who never answer
the drink that doesn’t satiate 
beginnings of your mind’s rapture
reality distant and unnamed
one more saturday wasted,
laughed away staring at the sidewalk naked and indifferent
post punk narrating the background as you take another swig
your existence paused for a moment only to resume the present tense 
another jaded drunk’s narrative 
poor bastard sipping and pilling away his consciousness 
nights spent contemplating a means to to their end


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