sleep is creeping closer,
i'm fighting it,
for all i'm worth
which i admit, right now
it's about a dollar forty-seven
give or take six quarters.

i can see your smile getting closer
which means i'm as far as i can be
away
from everything
i used to know
when it all made sense.

right now, with the lines breaking
in stanzas
and commas,
and pauses
i'd give this dream i'm going to have,
of you
for you
any day
week
month
of the year.

roads

without streetlights...two left turns and i was back in a memory, sepia tinted, idealistic yet fresh, the smell of kisses years past due came back, haunting like ghosts, until i pulled away...

seven years to the day of the last embrace. maybe six. the fog, heavy. the bullshit, heavier. songs dancing in and out of sequence, scanning, searching for something worthwhile. lasting. foreverlike.

around the bend. whispers calling. faint enough to be loud. footballs flying like missles. avoiding contact. driving faster.

another road.