Learn Again

I'd give everything away to get back to the pricks of Camden, hear them rattle by and get lost at the dawn. It's about time to admit the loss of virtue of being able to love in return. I'd find comfort losing my identity, overwhelmed with chaos of that town. And I'd soak to stitches in the rain walking mile up depthward Chalk farm. On a rare sunny day of August, tracing back my grievance at it's best, I am finishing a chapter of a novel said to be the most productive years. Sounds of bargaining and getting drunk, fused together, steal a pointless smile. Taxi driver, offering cocaine, helps to get my **** together for awhile. God, give me another night like this. Even better if - another year. Maybe then I'd learn again to feel. Maybe then I'd learn again to care. 10.08. 2016