(for hal)
the neon beer sign says to me
go to bed you idiot
i shrug it off. ask the pretty
bartender to pour me another
and a shot. one for hal too
these days, the nights bleed into
each other. weeks pass by
before i get up to visit the sun
the people at work make me cringe
the posters on mail boxes and
newspaper boxes and telephone poles
change daily. someone is always
coming to town. the dates fly by
i keep thinking of people i can't have
and dismissing those who are knocking
at my door. no chase: no thrill
pour me another under neon
there's lots to be forgotten
and we're just getting started
fuck everybody
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