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i used to have a drink
and before i could even
feel what it felt like,
i’d have another one
and another one
and another one,
until you were all gone
and i was alone
in the oblivion,
empty bottles
full ashtrays
vomit on the floor
on my shirt.
the music
the only tether,
from complete
erasure.  

there’s little patience
in youth, little trust,
little restraint. just
relentless devouring.

thursday:
a school night,
a martini,
a negroni,
neil young singing:  
dream up
dream up
let me fill your cup
with the promise of a man,
two people
maybe one,
will recognise
the significance
of that line.

sitting on the edge,
wisdom tells us
to enjoy the ride.
see what
this
high can do.
ride it
to its mellow crash.