Drunken Poetry

Take the left turn after you’ve taken a right hardened then softened not much matters to the crowd. Resolve your mind in a rush. With sugar-with snort-with a lovely crush. Think through it. Make a noise. Matter it none. Have at it maybe triple your pose. In standing thoughts come in quickly the critique heard around never arrives to ears that would listen. Listen ‘it’ matters. The detail of the thought. For now, it does, not for tomorrow. Keep the new relevant so will your idea carry with you. Whether it’s moral you’ll find out soon. Letting go easily will come with it too.