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The beer is gone

and the women

are not around

and it is 10:44PM

I am unsure

of anything

at all

I could use

a beer

since Lorca

is beyond me now

and there’s

no one else around

to intimate with

but without the beer

I am stranded

in the presence

of my own soul

I have answers

that are void

and solutions

condemned to fail

The clock

just keeps ticking

like a heartbeat

some said this

was all

a foregone conclusion

I’m still not sure

how I got here

just that

I am here

That’s usually

not enough, though,

not enough

to pull me through

but I still

keep on going

for lack

of anything better

to do