It is
difficult to
sleep or
be still
while the world
spins
about me.
It is
impossible
to calm
in the face
of drunken shame.
Sometimes
I wish
for that magic
control-z
undo
so the beer
would still be
in the fridge
and the weed
would still be
a stash
and the lust
would still be
a tolerable
thing.
This is
just one more
drunk that
I wish
would get better
or go away.
But what
would be the fun
in that.
- Tobey A. Anderson
Submitted: 4/8/2008
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