i threw up yesterday,
or was it the day before?
beer bends time
like boiling noodles.
guttural depression,
or
serene self importance.
lost displays of affection,
pacts of unrest,
conquered thoughts
for the night,
or a few days.
for however long you can
keep it flowing,
you no god.
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