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I never thought that I would be completely alone

but then, none of us do

until the words turn proud

until the words become static

an accepted normalcy

a dour incrimination

like I must really be an asshole

and then…

ash gets in my eye

and as a human being

I should stick to peeling tangerines

instead of making lists:

I have to lose 10 pounds

(get somewhere in between junkie-slim and pothead-indulgent)

smile more

get away from the scalawaggery and skullduggery

get sane, get sober (in appropriate modicum)

go to the beach more to swim, instead of writing and burning on the sand

follow the political debate regarding Syria more closely, without noticing that some pundits are pronouncing the country in such a way that they seem intent on it rhyming with Chlamydia

(you’re welcome, rhyming dictionary – I know that it’s hard to get STDs to rhyme).

and then…

although it’s time to grab another drink

I have more and more work to do

a few grand to pay off

a sinking feeling to overcome

to talk myself out of unemployability

to find a meaning in all of it

a writer without much to write about anymore

except for things that are too real to describe

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