The Unattended Beer

the lights
the beat
the heat
the heels

the point
when I hit
the wood

the world
stopped
went dark

woke later
with puke
on my boots

vague sense
I’d been
surrounded
gripped

shameful inkling
I’d screamed
and hit

at the friend
who took
care of me

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