Sunday, February 21, 2010

Drunkenness

1.

It will snow.

2.

I am a long walk home and

the hair will run wet down my face and I know

that it will snow.

3.

From the sidewalk,

I am looking for a quiet place, private

in which I can vomit in at least some semblance of alone,

for an alley or a doorway to double over in.

4.

Doubled over, I am saying this again and again –

Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know,

I don’t know…

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