you the
faceless
faceless
you laugh at nothing –
let me tell you this
I have drunk in paupers’ rooms with
imbecile drunks
whose cause was far nobler,
whose eyes held real light,
whose voices carried true sensitivity,
and when morning came
we would vomit but were not sick,
poor but not deceived,
and we’d stretch wide across our beds and rise
in the late afternoons
like millionaires.
