Some days things just don’t work out
Striking out on the phone calls
No one available
All out of cash
Though I did do coffee and write six pages
Yet I crave ethanol and dissociative
The cat in the house but no where to be seen
Anything to blow off cleaning
My self centered verses only the briefest of consolations
It is a day off after all
Something will have to be done
I cannot sit here with the radio without beer for long
Perhaps a walk, perhaps culling and typing up verses
If my unease will let up that is

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