I listened to all honesty

for the first time in a while

and despite the noise


my head's been two Broadway bottles

and my eyes have been the wine


drunken thoughts, visions, words

drunken stairs, walls, light

drunken silence before sleep


all sobre and post post bohemian

black kittens drawing shapes

about the fire of the moon

I saw four crows screaming at a kitten

from my dreams


I sat a while in silence as the words

were never conceived

I laughed at my drunken knowledge

and walked in a line