Another

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Another
 
slow day under the weight
of a full glass.
Only the television sweats -
and I am blurred;
burdened by the lethargic straw
of Dutch beer
 
I could just be
a shadow on the wall
but when I drink
I will always be more.
Just depends how long
I can keep the charade up