A rutting alchemist just like the rest,
my potent breath warms their swollen breast's,
the differentiation between truth and lies blurred,
and my eloquent post modernist jive now slurred,
...so, dazed... i drift into the night,
head filled with romance, seduced by the city lights.
larkin taught me my moral views,
nescient i, ever obtuse; subscribed to the school of self abuse.
Now the smoky sweet taste of vomit brings dawn.
I write on the walls, the words 'Vacant' and 'Forlorn.'