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Empty beer bottles

don’t make the poet

but sometimes it’s hard
to see past the decay

The bottles fall about

and lay about

some get broken

as they are tossed about

3:33AM 

reading Shakespeare;

unable to sleep;

drinking dark beer

and unbeknownst to love

I remain alone

romanticizing the stone

and falling prey to sullen night

The hours will while away

and my pretense

doesn’t translate well

into modern English

and I remain oblique

Would that it were

that easy

I should fall in love

and be merry

but not for this fire

that rages in my heart.

Can not be extinguished

merely through hollow praise

or kind thought

but through a much

more arduous

burdern

and it seems unlikely

that someone truly could

quell the fire that is raging

most unsullied by doubt

The pureness of thought

indeed most tragic

to wallow in the depths

unsuitable for a commoner

lest a man of vision

and true integrity

Is such

that I should not sleep

and finally 

moreover just a wish

for something more

and gone 

without atonement

or any fulfillment

Guess it was too much

a quandary we’re stuck in

and unable to escape.

10-5-97