afterwards when it's time to go home

 to have a paycheck

and other sources of income

and a home

thoughts of ghosts

years spun from drinks

it's supposed to snow tomorrow

survived desolation

stocked refrigerator

cities crowds

outskirts

restfulness

actors acting

musicals songs

words of adventures past

errands for groceries

melodies not written down

seated in the audience

dying closer when there's no choices left

to leave this earth

soul stuck at old haunts

heart just gave up

looking at this cold earth

to have a meal

alcohol in belly

forever to lie down

a restart

a do over

jazz and paintings

further from the beach

car rides to the office

strangers captured in images

purchases

the dog at my feet

yesteryears poets

reduced goals 

talking my head off

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