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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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