all i can do is thank you

Ideal happy
Yet forgotten
When occupied with stupor,
Drunken eyelids
Perch and grouper
Heavy
Upon my amalgamation
Of soul
Endurance
Through these hours,
​I guess alone.
Though thousand heads
May lay the same.
​
Night, Night Sweet Prince Mundane.
Tidy, your gown
Unequivocal, your mane.

Wish for me
I’ll do the same


10/12/88