Are you drinking?
If you ARE drinking, I don’t blame you.
Do I hear ice clinking?
If you ARE drinking, I don’t blame you.
Do I hear ice clinking?
You call me
at night and tell me how you’re doing.
You aren’t drinking,
at night and tell me how you’re doing.
You aren’t drinking,
you insist, though I’m not asking.
What will become of you,
I wonder, hearing ice clinking
What will become of you,
I wonder, hearing ice clinking
in your talk—fateful linking
of causes in a frozen
chain, so if you ARE drinking
of causes in a frozen
chain, so if you ARE drinking
I’m not surprised. And I’m
raking
sand over the coals of my regretting,
love, listening to the ice clinking
in the deepest springs of
my thinking,sand over the coals of my regretting,
love, listening to the ice clinking
that nothing can ever save us
from our drinking.
That’s my own ice clinking.
