Hole In The Hedgerow

Poetry, Stories, and Other Musings With Spilt Ink


Poker Buddies

I can’t be lonely.
I’ve got poker buddies,
Fuck buddies and drinking buddies.
There’s plenty of people I used to know.
And life long friends
Who won’t be at my funeral.
Passing glances that forgot my face.
One night stands that stood for one night.
And lost loves I’m still tryna find.
There’s family who won’t know my name.
And dogs that’ll run to me in their sleep till the day they die.



One response to “Poker Buddies”

  1. Prefer the family which doesn’t know your name to one which wishes to drag it into the dirt.

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