like when i tried to eat falling snow with a fork

tonight i go
moonbent lightwise
i’ve heard
a counting
thing
so much like
indecision or being
already inside my
head please
return like a good
bottle of wine
i miss
this night begins
ends at the same
time, i can’t remember
being
this intertwined with
myself
quickly drunk
pornography like
strip clubs
sometimes i believe
i’m falling
in love with
words/silence
myself. what should
i do, keep belief
as i go
into this night
sideways like
a movie