math

I have about an hour until sunlight
and two beers left
 
I have the kind of scent that lingers in memories not yet had
from three women, hugging the air right outside my door
and one I have to make right with  
again.
 
(again)
 
I have a song that has to crush a million half-ideas
and over-felt emotions  
into a single lyric
and I almost there
 
but
 
in about an hour, I'll lose my voice