Dipsomaniac- a poem
 Dipsomaniac another sip of you down the throat   an alcoholic drenched in pain   what is lethal to the heart   is compulsive to my brain       summer dies into autumn   my leaf falls to your feet, as if in prostration   a casual crunch on that red rust   as you omit hesitation       a love that pales with the trees   only so long a summer fling can be   i turn up the music   so as to drown out the motorcycles in my vicinity       a starry violet window   a starry eyed dipsomaniac out of luck   a yearning for sobriety   a fall that is all about getting back up -maithili