withdrawl

 

when the war comes how will we prepare

you told me what love was and
                     i believed you

pencils lining
the drawers of words and charcoal sketches
without perspective

take the night off and let’s drive
past weekend traffic

through sand and water dreams
i’ve become a ghost before my eyes

                                         or how

i wish i hated it here so i could leave
i wish the sun would reach past the barrier of skin
and light my insides

the hand of the wind guiding me


sometimes the door opens
and people just walk in


the steps are simple

the way your hand felt when we were sober
as if i hadn’t been touched for
years

as if it were only
      yesterday
you followed desire into the backseat

we are willing to die
for the good times

for the trees projecting shadows on a face
green
           into light

when the walls are too thin to keep your voice out
and you remember you don’t care

until tomorrow