Across The Bar, My Feet In Tar

My world in winter chased around the pit

Of blackened holes that swallow all the stars

And thusly swallow all my words 'hind scars,

I join the silence of the mimes, whose wit

We ponder all their hearts; inside may sit

A darker aptitude than shadowed Mars.

I drink myself to doom in dumpy bars,

Bethinking what I'd say while under shit.

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But 'cross the bar I see the warmest smile,

That makes me wonder not 'pon what I'd say.

Instead he comes across to me, my bile

A'swallowed by my thinking throat in naughts.

He comes to me in such a caring way,

And asks about my thoughts that I compile.