the only moment
home safe
a cabbage in a field
with a good fence
i drove drunk
and survived
a lyrical mind wanting to say things
i’ve forgotten now
long drives
take the windows down
cold as rain covered lawns
post-fall
to stay awake
3 am is wonder time
it used to mean miracles happened then
and i guess the clothes shed
we’re waiting on the left side of my contact lens
at this point i’m pre vomiting
but tired out of my skull
post vomiting:
i’m raving
i’m a lunatic
i’m sick of how the cold air soothes me
i want to feel warmth
i hate you in ways more complex than you could ever know
i want to cut you loose
a barrel dangling by a thread
the dull scissors in my hand
i’m a part of blue
the color that creeps
in and out of pensive scenes
the sky wove a tapestry
to remember it
a pen and paper
around 2 or 3 or 4 or 5
misunderstanding balancing
offense taking
look no matter what i’ve lead you to believe
i’m not a good person
i’m aligning knives
into romantic places
implying
passion had it’s way here
i’m undermining clever words
with pictographs
of pin-up girls
language became a guessing game
an ancient grunt rolled off a tongue
a little sweeter
than the swarthy mumble
that bore it’s meaning the night before
the only moment we were alive
we couldn’t describe a thing
we reformed primitive words
cut every letter out of them
and dispensed intelligence
for the only moment we were alive
it’s what made sense
