Drunk

Junk mail in my head, all remembered and set up
In junk categories, ready to be sent from my brain
To another brain
Up on the river to Spain...
And back.

All I need is to crack some good ol' crack,
To make myself back into the same ol' same ol'
Me...tear drawn on the corner of my left eye,
Sad face,
Scar face.

Can I delete my smile, not with the shift and del,
But with the forever gone command,
I'll try not to remember the way it is done,
Or to turn it into a frown for you,
Blessed are thou,
Gone you are though...
There inside, I'll label you and send you away,
Day by day.

After ethil alcohol has passed by,
The streets in my brain are fuzzy,
With vanishing mailboxes,
Nowhere to post you...
You're not here...
No even near.