People have looked at me a bit strangely when I’ve arrived at stays with a 40″ flat screen television in tow. I think this is what scared…
The sharp shriek of rubber on dim lit linoleum takes me back three years in time as suddenly as it pierces the silence. That and the smell.
I’ve kinda fallen in love with you already you know I mean I know you’re there and I’m here and she’s there and I’m not and I don’t even
and you wonder how much more – how much more can you lose? how much more can you grieve? how many more goodbyes forever?
you get me high and not in a good way coiled up tight wired til five up all night not in a good way in the in-between everything
you make me soften again i suddenly see the sky differently again an unending possibility of easy like Sunday mornin’
a low moan whining air time winding through the anxious bowels of it’s-all-on-the-line is nothing embarrassing or controllable anymore
I remember the night I stopped running to pay the price of others’ expectations and lay awake in the dark waiting
in silent darkness when matter’s not i spread myself wide unending wondering if you feel my longing
On. Off. on and off. busy Doing Hard Time and distraction from things that fill a Soul. avoidance of all joy and sorrow equally measured
It took an hour to walk those streets home and on the way I saw where I was without the illusion of middle class comfort and pretense
Nights are hardest. Time slows down, dark descends quietly and the past grows ever more restless
meet me at the place where we hit a dead end in the woods I lead you into to steal a kiss that day. I hesitated…