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My poetry has always been amateurish at best,
but I wrote this last night on the countdown
to midnight and feel like sharing and not being.
a grabby five-year old. I was in an Irish pub,
The Galway Bay, up in Lincoln Park.


I sit here
Two-and-a-half hours to go.

Thirty-seven
In the city alone.

What have I created?
What have I done?
Maybe it's already started.
Maybe it's already begun.

I sit here
Existing.

I sit here
Drinking.

I sit here
Wondering.

I sit here
Wondering where it goes from here.

I sit here
Writing

I sit here
Watching

I sit here
Watching lives move on about me

I sit here
I sit here

I
sit
here