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I ought to stop the drunken drives

through narrow roads

adorned with bouquets of flowers

on each tight bend

and the periodic bingeing

of whatever’s offered

for the nose or mouth

only to wake an see friends

their jaws swinging

like loose doors in a storm

but how can I refrain

when I’ve lived all through trouble

when I know

even the faintest stars shine

in the darkest times?