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I once drank 

two 40 ouncers

of Crazy Horse malt liquor

while watching

Sam Shepard in “Fool for Love”

before 7 AM.

& the sun crept up

over the horizon

& it’s rising rays suggested 

the dawning of a new day.

Crazy Horse & Philly blunt cigars

walk hand in hand

with the unemployment line

& the sickness

of being envious

of those with real jobs.

It was probably

an insignificant moment

like all too many other

meaningless moments

I look at my neighbors

getting in their cars

& driving off to work

where they’ll no doubt

moan and bitch all day.

& me, I’ll finish off the bottle

& crawl into bed

for a good morning’s sleep.

There’s a period

of self doubt

& wailing boredom

at inefficient time spent

but years later

it’ll matter little

and no one else will

 really give a damn

& truth be told

neither will I.

I put out the cigar

and I wave to passing cars

of neighbors

heading off to work.

My eyes are bloodshot

Sleep will do me good

as long as the sun

isn’t too intense.

7 AM is as good

a time as any

to hit the hay.

I felt that way then

& I still feel that way now.