Drunken Stupor


Dreamspinner Extraordinaire

I know not how to be happy

Like a madman who comes

Shouting down the street

Telling the world

The echoes of his heart

I only know how to get drunk

On coffee every morning

On poetry on good days

On thoughts of you sometimes

When I’m visited by amnesia

And forget that I was supposed to forget you

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