Drunk song

Everything takes on
a wistful luster
when I’ve been drinking,
as though I’m not watching
the present
but a gay past
be born.

I say to my love,
“This is what I imagine
when I imagine life in Cambodia.”

We are working;
she is painting and I am attempting
to confound myself with Nietzsche.

Everything stinks with this luster.
It’s like watching my life
unfold before my very eyes.

I am sinking.

“This is war, you know,”
I am saying.
“This is nonsense,”
she is.

I can see

everything within the context of my existence
and suddenly everything
is transformed by the light
of its proximity and
its innocence.

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About allisunknown

26 year-old student, tutor, and writer. Write for http://www.spectrumculture.com. Also nascent pedestrian advocate. Twitter handles: twitter.com/joeclinkenbeard twitter.com/PedInPDX
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