drink

         I am lying here under window

in the soft cold

and slowly drinking my memories

           every sweetness, rich and light

every sharp tinge of acid

every deep and oaky

bitterness

and the cool waves

of desire pulse in me

--the cool and clear

all the fermented instants

                           I will stagger

through my days here

graze myself on every moment

                oh you!--shallow, fickle sunlight 

you vapid chirping sparrows

you specious, bustling seconds

you ever-dripping leaves

you bruised and seeping sky!

           --it was real, and it was so.        

what else am I drinking? 

                        what other absence

                                         drives my thirst?