Drunk Writing

everything
that is poetic has
f
a
l
l
e
n
from me like leprous limbs.
i can write no more verse-
thank God!
this then?
this is not verse,
this is a song.

i am love drunk.
i have no veins or blood vessels,
no heart or kidneys.
i am a roll-top desk
filled with innumerable drawers
with labels marked
in white ink, brown ink.
red ink, blue ink,
vermilion, saffron, mauve,
sienna, aprcot,
turquoise,
onyx.

it is to my soulmate i am singing.
i wish i could sing better,
more mellodiously,
but my songs are
always off-key.

the thing is:
i want to sing!
i am consumed.
i glow with a white flame.
i am mad.
i am tone deaf.
i am....
in love!