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oh man
when it hits one
when the beers are gone
the cigarettes are all smoked
don’t you just want to hear
someone’s voice
or maybe you will
if that time comes for you
like it does for all of us
it doesn’t have to be beer
or cigarettes
it can be tea or coffee or toast
or eggs
but when they run out
and the clock hits a time
you know in your bones
as the time
somebody is supposed
(oh what a stupid word)
is supposed to be on your chest
breathing in your sweat
and creating new sweat
well
you’ll want to pick up that
phone and dial out to an old
lover or a new one or a friend
that’s lived like you’ve lived
if you don’t feel it then
know I do
but I know boundaries
or
isolation
so I stare at my phone and chew
the end of a cigar
I stole from a friend’s bag
tell me if I’m misguided
reader
cause I’m sweating the truth
and my own dreams
where old nights replay
themselves with the passion of
an old lover
fed up with the idea of love
at least I wake up