Wednesday, 1 February 2012

DICHOTOMY BOOZE

when i hit drinks 3 or 4 
(i’m looking at the stain rings on the wooden table 
thinking of the Olympics or Audis)
it
is
possible
to
contemplate
sobriety
and late night health jogging or other things like that.

but also;
mescaline
meth
meditation
and
anything . . .

drinks 6 and 7 . . . and on Earth all things are permitted.

8 and up 
i love these warm evenings weak from work 
brain-fagged from writing 
cupping a clinking cold vodka glass
when
all
the ragged scrubbed air
and
visiting moths and other mini-beasts
come
inside
to
see
me.

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