Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I Think I'm an Alcoholic

They walk by me
Do they see me?
Do they recognize me?
A fallen friend, classmate or colleague
In the middle of the day
What would they say?
Would I care to hear it?
I strive to recreate the world
As I see it
As I want it
Do they look at me strange?
Or with some sort of pleasure?
Morbid or otherwise
I finish my drink
The first
But certainly not last
Of the day
My world beginning to take shape
With each sip

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