2009
11.15
11.15
At 3am, lots of things seem like a good idea
When you are very drunk.
The best idea at this time involves a sandwich, and going to bed
But we talk about relationships instead.
At 3am, lots of things seem like a good idea
When you are very drunk.
The best idea at this time involves a sandwich, and going to bed
But we talk about relationships instead.
When you aren’t paying attention
Staring outwards, scarcely breathing
It all melts away and your face loses its tension
I look upon you and wonder what it is you’re seeking
What is it that you are looking through, around, past
What is it that you dream to see, yearn to be
And will it last?
I didn’t mind the rock’s jagged edges
Sun crisping my stomach as I lay across the pockmarks
Pools of tide emptied and filled themselves
As I lay absorbing the heat, soft wind washing
Across my skin, fingers playing on the sharp rock
Watching you play in tidal pools
Remembering a childhood much different from mine
This asphalt curb
Held you like a soft rocking crib
Secured you safely in wait
For someone to come in rescue
Waiting for an ambulance like a limo
An elegant ride to come pump your stomach