drunk_poems werewolf what are you singing? who you trying to appease, swaying and praying down on your knees? I've seen you spying ocean floors. Putting stars to them like open skies. I attach deeply when...when is if, do you loom so on my horizon? 030507 ... birdmad tone poem nealy lacking words clinking sound of bottle surfaces modulations, variations sound of ice in glass not unlike a drunken celesta sounds of rain and riverz recaptured in microcosm, liquor pouring in glass the mild drink greeted with an "ahh" nearly whispered, satisfied in its tonality the strong drink elicits a whoop or a muttered curse along with the tightened grimace click of glass on table thud of class on table, the heavy bottomed highball making a percussive note. drunken slip, bottle drop crash 030507 what's it to you? who go blather from