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Are You Drinking?

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washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook
  out again
  I write from the bed
  as I did last
  year.
  will see the doctor,
  Monday.
  “yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head-
  aches and my back
  hurts.”
  “are you drinking?” he will ask.
  “are you getting your
exercise, your
  vitamins?”
  I think that I am just ill
  with life, the same stale yet
  fluctuating
  factors.
  even at the track
  I watch the horses run by
  and it seems
  meaningless.
  I leave early after buying tickets on the
  remaining races.
  “taking off?” asks the motel
  clerk.
  “yes, it’s boring,”
  I tell him.
  “If you think it’s boring
  out there,” he tells me, “you oughta be
  back here.”
  so here I am
  propped up against my pillows
  again
  just an old guy
  just an old writer
  with a yellow
  notebook.
  something is
  walking across the
  floor
  toward
  me.
  oh, it’s just
  my cat
  this
  time.