A Drunk Drinking Poem

So, the night is a sun, so full of bitter spirits, all orbited around me—so give them a moment, to land near enough, and I will make sweet love to each falling star—not a lightbulb will stay, but light years away, my heart, as satellite, still revolves, drunk, around moon’s glassy taste.

 

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