I make all the same revelations sober
perhaps. But yeah, that's
all the same kind of stuff
I am always going to tell anybody
Except more focused, drunk
- because drunk tangents fly by
like dragonflies and lightning bugs
and the eyes of my mind can't chase
them to follow, so I plod forward
on one path instead of how
I would soberly proceed.
Sober, I'm like "well wait,
let's also take a moment to chase
THIS implication - it could form some small part
of how I'm trying to put the whole vacant lot
of all that I mean on this topic into words
that really pick out every weed, wildflower
and piece of busted brick!"
There is no broken glass.
I cleaned out all the broken glass.
It ain't that kind of vacant lot.