This afternoon I walked to the corner bar
The smell of cheap booze
Cigarettes and perfume filled the air.
I see faces that I have seen so many times
But I do not know their names.
Names of empty faces
Friends so they say…
Buy them a drink and they will sit with you
And claim their love all the same.
I hate it in here.
But why do I come here…
For the booze or the fake friends.
Or perhaps I am just lonely
Living in this solitude I call comfort
Safe… my own set of rules.
But I don’t follow rules.
I hate fucking rules.
But why am I here?
I guess it is just out of habit…
Having to fill that temporary void
That void of human contact…
That I so often try to avoid.
Antony King 2018