An Achorite life
In the church of the bar
Stained windows of smoke
mask the passing of time
More wine pleads the loner
Who never goes home
To the house he once shared
with his lover.
An ordurous life
Wearing tar drops and feathers
The whisky is poured
in draconian measures
He drinks by osmosis
He's dead and he knows it
But till the knell sounds
He clings thirsty.
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