now I’m sunk

in the numbing

effects

of gin

and looking

looking

at the streetlights swaying

in the wind

mmm maybe the breeze

no

the wind

no

the breeze

yes

the breeze

“homer street” swaying in the wind

oh hell

well

that old fellow

he did know his shit

so let me just sit

while you make dinner

not talking

just watching

thinking

and sinking

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