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drunk poem #1

used loosely
get over it or
i did it so     so tired
siempre
siempre
cansada.
i want to write
but i don't have a pen
i want to write
but the screen hurts my eyes
i want to write
but i have to pee
i want to write
but i can't focus
i want to write
but i have no ideas
i want to write
but i'm hungry
i want to write
but i'd rather watch tv
i want to write
but it's time to go
i want to write
but i have more excuses

Communication Styles

The house style is truncated,
or rather I overelaborate,
I'm not trying to charm snakes,
seem like one myself,
but if I've wadded my talk,
to deceive the x-ray,
it's just that I'm always
trapped in pleasing or
it feels that this is
only a truer path
than the one where I'm
callous or should I
just read my father's
health updates as the
purest statement of fact,
nothing but the whole truth,
and none of this circle talk,
of which I am fond.