he looked the way a drunk looked
he took pride in this denial
he thought he was like a sordid champ
even like a writer about to do the best work
he brought paper and pen but he did the crossword puzzles
to not think about anything
left every night by 11 the same way
in & out through the side entrance or back door
it is a bad dream for a dreamer who thinks
they still dream
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