Lately

Do you know I've been drinking lately -
pouring into the window, a black street,
gulping with my eyes mansions stately;
sipping all your sins, swallowing concrete?

You know, I'm drowsy with discovery -
finding you everywhere in the nothing.
Do you know I don't hope recovery
undoes your beautiful spell into something?

What sickness is life, what bestowal, death?
What saturation, never having owned
your lover; drinking but an absent breath?
The moans of your silence have had me stoned.

Tone - deaf, this heart of darkness only stings,
stings as it sings us, two separate strings.