BLACK AND TANNED

for Eric

Black and tanned we hurly-burlied through
the ship swaying of streets and doorways,
and maze of cityscapes,
amid the sweat of clinking glass laughs,
propelled by a taste for the tragic.
                               
In a bitter swill of
blurred anecdotes and redundancies
we have talked of heroes, villains and
the sacredness of socks.

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