Fridge Poetry 22 - Non-attachment
Even a boorish drunkard poet
has some shadow-stained song
to trust us with.
tonight could be the
night
of
nights
They know the raw kiss of death
Even a boorish drunkard poet
has some shadow-stained song
to trust us with.
Let no one believe I am a liar.
Black hole hearts screaming with
red moon fever
I would give up one eye to know
if lightning has only one need
Drinking doubles with god
will do this to you.
I almost let go in a world between
spirit
and
form