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Can I do anything else?

                All is lost

           or so

I am told

        by those

               who would really know

I’m really not sure

                   who to believe

Lies are screamed

                 Many claim

                        the truth

            but it wiggles

                   ever so freely

             beyond their grasp

I could’ve bought that book

                    I think

                and then

I make excuses

The honest truth (I think)

               is that

          I wanted to get drunk

Oh, what the Hell?

              I’m sure Bukowski

                         wouldn’t mind

He’d have done the same to me

(if he even knows I’m alive)

May 9, 1986