work night, meetings end at the bar
after too many bourbons, I squeeze
beside the piano player, play any
key he’s not already using, cacophony
contrived from Shostakovich
I’m too drunk to reckon anyone else
I free associate, temper my fugue
I thunder, I soar, & pay the price
when hours later toxins flay me
morning after, all I want is to be
a someone else not too drunk
to stand alongside me, see & hear
my every jarring note, record me
overcharged with unrepentant glory
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