Someone Must be in Need

Evening's come, dime-novel hero, soothing me.
"You've done enough." I sigh, and nod.
I know he's lying, as he does. I haven't done
A God-damned thing. I read. I wrote a crappy
Poem, took a nap, and thought of going somewhere
On my motorcycle, but I didn't. I stayed home,
And cursed my hip, and longed for J, and started
Drinking at the stroke of five. Now, I have
Gotten drunk. My hero shrugs and comforts
Me. "We can't all come to others' rescues,
High on horseback, lariats upraised. Someone
Must be in need." That's more like what I am,
I think, as evening turns and saunters off,
And night falls over me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-05 at 12:42

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