Alone With Myself

I have to get out of my head somehow.

I’m sitting down in there looking at old

Pictures and it isn’t helping.

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There’s really no one to kick it with

And this bottle of beer is almost empty.

I drink so much I barely feel a buzz.

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My cigarette burns without a voice.

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The sun shines without prose. It just

Sits up there faceless.

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The wind sends a cold breath.

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The books on my shelf say nothing new.

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Retrowave plays through my computer

As always.

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I’d like a honey-haired chick to sit on

My dick and cream.

That or my ex to speak to me.

She could return if she’d like to.

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I need to leave my cerebral space for

More than a few moments.

With this poem, I step out briefly and

Go back inside between the lines.

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I don’t want to be at the bar.

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I’d hit up Vee the hostess if I knew

She was willing to spend the time

With me to speak.

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I’d be in another city or state if

Finances and my obligations to the

Kitchen wasn’t in the way.

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For now my best bet is to walk down

The hill for a six pack.

I see the only option I have to leave

My mental is to pop the top off a

Brew and get to the next blank page.

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