Find him under the bridge.

A late night swim.

Like last night and every night

He dives right in.

Backstrokes and


in New Lies and Old Sin.

10 Laps

and Relapse

His way back

to the Deep End.

Addicted to the Predictive.

Regardless of the Statistics

Over-flowingly Sadistic.

Reminisce and relive it.

Never forgotten or forgiven.

Not last night or any night.

He dives right in.

When asked

of his last

craving to binge.

He’d smile and say

it was water under the bridge.

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