ABSTINENCE

everythings pale everything pales/in front of my pale eyes

because

of

shitty

abstinence. 

mind empty/no self here/11 am is a wasteland

lasts

for

ever.

now this evening i drink drink down to live

to

be

soft

and

hard.

it is good storm air that comes in past brown window plants.

i drink more

and

now

more.

i try the typer old tappity but exhaustion ghosts

my

weak

fingers

to

incompetence.

silence/hands still/flatlining.

waiting on autumn/i can write well then as

Things

Die

In

Gold.