The Gent in Kat'z

i spoke with a gent the night afore last, 

at some bygone hour in a saloon called Katz's

notes he my stutter,

say he- why do you mutter?

tilts the head, 

looks me eye from right end to left

i hear he whisp an unknown hymn that veers 'hmm',

but of a low module from a man that's dead

when whisk he a foil from his pochette,

that makes its way into me hand that's shred

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦

though its dark lie in his eyes-

"i don't know who you are

but i know where you are"

the skyline behind

scrape my mind

"not here"

/moored myself through force

ripped up the earth/

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

dark/hurt/scratch/scream/secrete/

notblood/butsomethingdarker/harder

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

"wouldn't you agree?"

stuck in-between the sand and the chalk

"that's where you are, yes?"

/no i wasn't imnot

imnot

getout

imnot

imnot