Drunken Textuals

You’re my drunken purpose, laced with sympathy and shimmers.

I’ve harbored this ache for every waking second so far.

 

Hey, love, give me the verses that jump on the tongue.

With naked eyes, they squint with the sun, shine with the girl.

 

Words that ween me off this compulsion, girl—if you can,

Learn to love the curve—it spins me back so far.

 

Love…sure I’ve been good,

Sure I’ve been swell.

 

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