The mind is
The Great White Whale
Killing ourselves
Chasing it.

I can see the outline of the mountains
in the sky through the fog
it's such a comfort,
knowing they will never disappear.

The night
the moon
that woman
in tight jeans
the brave
and the lonely
drifters
we all drink
from the same pool
so when we meet
let's go down together
sane, ******, drunk
whatever
like those indigo
dragonflies
of spring
who will be
here right soon,