4/27/2012

every now and again
you wake up and roll with it
every now and then
you don’t leave the bed
drawn under covers
like a current in the heat
carrying your body to
a place where you can’t sleep
just toss and toss and toss
and turn
until your eyes are wide
red and barely moving
focusing on nothing
but your breath is short again
can’t snore or sleep at ease
you hardly breathe
just lay in bed
wish her head
was on the pillow next to yours.
--
don’t buy me a drink
I’ll wave my hand to the door
I’ll take my feet and lift these
legs to get the hell away

finding the nighttime more welcoming
than the day I wandered in to escape
never catching a breath in the sun
I can see the words drifting off my tongue

collecting my memories in bottles and cans
half full or half empty
who gives a goddamn
I’m lost in the city without a care
nothing lurks in the shadows round here

crowds of young guns and no sign of old souls
I’m impressed and disgusted
by the lack of decay
this town could use a downpour
I’m not comfortable here anymore

wonder under this burning sun
sit and stare at this familiar moon
do you notice I’m gone
when I miss the hell out of you?
--
burning through the souls of my shoes
burying my face in the remains of your scent
when I crawl home half past dead
I wear my jacket whenever I can
cause it reminds me of the mess of a man
I am
carrying a drink in my pocket
carrying a scowl on my face
breaking the law if I feel too comfortable
I need to be foul now and again
a collection of literature
hides under my bed
always eager to expound upon
but I never read them
playing a role because I can’t find my soul
I knew I left something back home
packed too fast and bolted out the door
now here I am
don’t know why the hell for
but here I am
I’ll stick it out for as long as I can.