When Nothing Else Will Do

Jun 21, 2008 - 15:09 PM PST

You glide in on the hot sticky wings of a summer
outstaying its welcome

and say everyone has an endless supply of lonely and not
enough gas to get out

Discussion stains my lips like a good chianti
saved for the perfect time

seems a personal death is as good as any

The silence hangs
a phone off the hook.
My dropped call airplane life falls from the sky
I am stuck in a staring contest
with the dangling mask of oxygen.

I needed paper
A filthy napkin freckled with dried coffee stains
A forgotten receipt for an unworn
unreturned
negligee.

(Hanging onto things that don't fit nails me to all kinds of crimes)
I needed to feel the weight of ink on paper
My thoughts float out of the confines of my skull
campfire ashes conducting the whispers of a gust of wind

It was an urgency.

3 hours later
the tacky vinyl chair had left
4 small indents on my arm

(Lack of change destroys a soul silently.)
I wanted them to bleed.
Wanted to see that my heart was still pumping
though I was disconnected.

And I thought when I first saw you
loneliness would know it had outstayed it's welcome

Looks like winter is calling in sick this year.