As though seeing people were intrinsic to life which it just might be

Here is a link to wonderful John Ashbery poem which I was sent today: http://web.media.mit.edu/~slotnick/ashbery.html

I liked it before I was drunk and so it is for real good and not just drunk good where everything is good, even the snow and the cold. I want to write a poem, but I tend to think in cliches when I've been drinking and even the act of writing poems becomes cliches while drinking, but I might try any ways because I have things I need to say, even if they are yet to be articulated.

Sara is right, my head is somewhere else.