happy drunk thoughts

it doesn't matter.

we've already drank enough
gasoline
and the remaining crumbs
of
our own heart's
to
last us a lifetime.

it doesn't matter anymore,

not this.
not the leaded thoughts
we carry,
nor
the smoke blown in our faces
that we wear
better than any cheap
checkout aisle makeup.

no.
we just need to accept,
that we are nothing more
than bathing peasants, stuck
underneath
a moon,
that provides
just enough light
to see.