Poem of the Week |5| putting on my glasses and looking at my comfort zone

putting on my glasses and looking at my comfort zone

i stare slant at the
regulars shuddering in
at 10am
with their burst capillaries and
boiled ham skin
i don’t hate them
or feel bad
it is what it is

they sit,
swap racing tips
i wipe the bar

one leaves half a glass of Guinness
for twenty minutes
he limps to the bookies
the thing about Guinness is you can do that
just about

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it can be good
to find yourself
in a place where you feel in control
to let the smell of
beeswax and bad habits ease you in

i do not know if it is a good thing
that it feels like a good thing
to be sometimes complete here