alcoholics, see just as well as cats do
in the canvas of the night;
what's most painful to see?
mans' selfishness, and god's...
jealousy; nonetheless,
i will gladly repeat for i have an
owning guard...
alcoholic see just as well
at cats do in the canvas
of the night:
esp. due: because
what they see what is most
painful to view: in them
the bonsai tiger,
and i, the cyborg handshake,
allowing the one, and disavowing
the other...
i have my screws,
but not the gnats that say: twist
into place.
i have my cat,
  but not the forlorn guiding step;
and if i ask, i rather not,
try to make amends...
for one last corrupt faking for
he regretted pain,
kept intact, solely, by amnesia's
sake...
             with the quietest,
and thereby the quickest
love,
        am i to salvage a chance
of refuge: by the medium of
thought: bare, and in no comparison
allowed to be discouraged from
ever being the last camouflage worth
the last feared dicta
   of apocalypse's genesis:
if i be an artefact,
   i will also be...
            the living breath of death.