drunk at 18


i sit.
i drink.
i wonder why thinking isn't
breathing for me

there's an aircraft
far above stealing the
sky as if a star

concentrate and all should
become clear.
   should but doesn't
   the more i concentrate
   the fuzzier everything becomes
slowly but surely

every catch phrase
interpreted one of many ways
only two ultimate overall interpretations
to be made, good? or bad?
  but not for me
  everything is everything

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