Overdose
into the hole of my nose
gnaws my worried thoughts
and scratching sleep apart
chasing grin around
but neither of them will tell me
that everything would be alright
not for me, not with you
so maybe i'll tear off their paws
for good luck
perhaps it will lure
memory of you for a while i will
become something more
than scrawled quirk under your name
or faded stain on your lips
whether drunk whim of old man
until i will get high on
the scent of your presence
before i overdose
memories about you
were here so much
anything else
it does not mean
anything
at all