i’ll drink my heart away

stick to the bottle til my memories fade
til your name becomes unknown to me
til your face is a mystery
I never got to know or investigate
fall in love with

It is what it is
or Wernicke Korsakoff Smirnoff

I just wish it wasn’t and that’s only half the
trouble
the other is how I’m half-heartedly decomposing
on my heart strings even Ludwig would hear
the disharmony
in This symphony would hear the fri ction
snap right through me my heart beat beat s me
bitterly it’s only left self-defense is to save itself
from this misery
–
best not to make
memories.


KH