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Dec 01

The Opposite of Release

To stop pretending
is a long process

I blow my strength
on religion, alcohol, sex—
every institution that both promises
and prevents release

The drinks mortgage the pain
I know I’m due

One stool over, the King of the World
spends all that’s his to find the last honest man
just to shake his bony hand

But I’ve joined the morass of personal agendas
that carry the night nowhere
I swim with the fishiest of them

There are many kinds of death
in which the deceased
refuse to see what has happened

It’s not the first or last Saturday night,
I tell myself
It’s Saturday night,
I tell myself

–Colin Dodds

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