sleeps on the couch
to forget about the dead brother
hanging from a noose his friend
hiding from another bad thing
hed done.
That couch was somewhere else
before all that
sheltering another memory from
A mistake
Hidden in the cushions
dried tears so old they only smell
when one rolls over
from a hot sleep
the feelings pour
one after another
and in the future an executive
signs the paper pale faces grimace
An impressive morning awaits
The resolve of emotional turmoil
Clear calm. I beckon you
to to understand
all the world messages.
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