bitterness that shuts off with sleep
it goes to sleep along
the route of alcohol
if it’s so no one denies it
or would it be a tree when?
or would it be something?
no one can reply
they’re off
on the route of alcohol
that takes them no place
or to a snowy landscape
—
seven sides in seven verses
account for the disaster of all of this
if they accept it they would accept it