An Intense Procedural

We did a dance

I needed more

You’re sweet 

We sweat 

I bleed it out

You beat me

To it 

Fuck it, screw it

Here’s to

A breakthrough 

I mean, we’re busting open

Something 

What’s a barrier anyway

A carrier in the

DNA 

You always seem to know just what to say

We only ever did need each other in that way

Go ahead

play catch

go fish,

Splash

Water

fire, tinder

Joint

Daughter

Carter 

Drip 

Tear

Cauterize the

Artery and cut 

deeper

Harder

Push me

Farther

Like a father 

You’ve been

Closer. Inside. My mind… me too, you know. Outer/spatial/sensor. Space 

bar. Censor. Looking out. Looking in, who’s watching? From afar. You’re inescapable. Inexcusable. Indescribable. I’ve been smiling more. Moving more. Opening doors. Finding keys and writing down these bars. Noticing patterns and letters avoiding drinks and men in bars. The wetter the better but you know how the jargon goes. Oh. No. Not there. Not where it shows. Too on the nose? A little glow, a little golden hour shower and I’ll power nap it out. Snap out of it this ain’t a mother. Fucking. Drought. Bought a necklace and a ring for myself and now the phone only rings when someone needs something they can’t do for them self . Or, I guess they could. I do. I did. I usually do. These feelings drown my common sense. I’d rather spend dollars than time – or, I guess those cents are the same in the end. All being equal. Sprinkling sugar. Down the drain. Brown 

Bag

Lunch 

Box

Stain

Then, there’s always you. You know who. 

Don’t say the words. Don’t think them anymore.

I’m not here for your false idol worship. Your misplaced love and hurt feelings too real.

Too scarred to heal. Turn on your heel and go. You know what I expect. I know you won’t accept the truth.

About who? Me or yourself?

Better questions for someone else.

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