Tent Dreams

I just drank the equivalent
of a six-pack
I lack self-control
I am tired
so tired of this rigmarole
I am yawning
picking old food from my teeth
I am trying
to believe in anything
tonight I will have tent dreams
I’ve made my bed in backyard
I am sending my all
into the ether
keeping just enough for me
I am discouraged
by everyday life
I am dismayed by
the thought of leaving
but I am terrified
of standing still

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