Two Good Days

I had two good days
where everyone cared
and everything tasted good
and I drank wine
and I wrote poems
and even when I woke up
at 2 in the afternoon
and fucked around for
a few hours
it all felt right
and I felt in touch
with what made all
my engines hum.

But good days go
and now
it’s the same
old
bullshit.

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