my most worst habit is excess.
when i drink, i drink too much,
and then some more.
when i smoke, same thing.
i invite an exciting stranger,
Forgetfulness,
to my lips.
she beheads me
but lets me keep my head.
so i go home so that i might
offer my head to the Moon.
the Moon kisses my forehead
she puts a secret inside.
Moon, how do you stand it?
bound to the Earth,
yet you can come no closer.
and the Moon spins her yellow skirts.
you mean
like this?
separation is what allows me
to exist!
how shortsighted is your fear of death,
that you don't enjoy the spinning days?
then i vomited.
cdzhouse 