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By Jack Joseph Smith

As always Late at night Drunk as a song Can't stand upright Give me some wind, I am all alone I take the tale and tell it piece by piece Not good enough Stars arrive every day They are just to tired and thank you, they turn around and leave Over and over again With wishes we have little idea about

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GPT

Alone and drunk late at night, the speaker keeps telling his story piece by piece while the stars themselves seem too exhausted to stay, turning the whole page into a small cosmology of disappointment.

The mood is bleak but not dead. The scan-confirmed title/body spacing gives the opening a cleaner threshold before the speaker tries to shape loneliness into something shareable.

Claude

A nocturne of drunken solitude: 'Late at night / Drunk as a song / Can't stand upright', the speaker begging 'Give me some wind, / I am all alone' and trying to assemble his story 'piece by piece', only to judge it 'Not good enough'. The poem then projects that fatigue onto the heavens - 'Stars arrive every day / They are just to tired' to stay, so they 'turn around / and leave / Over and over again'. The closing 'With wishes we have / little idea about' leaves even longing unnameable. A small cosmology in which the cosmos is as worn out as the man under it.