wood panels and hanging
lights like hoses I once
thought of
escaping
with
dying
for some fog or at least
wet stone
houses up the hillside
all contain
innards in jars aching quietly falling
crouching
on the steps of a warehouse
in the red light
artificial
far from blood
or tree bark
wrap me up in sheets I don’t care
if you washed them
recently
open sky
heat rising
when did this get away from us?
seas immeasurable!
head west!
we spun around in circles of sage
just in case
but now it’s only this bench at
fifth and congress and
the throbbing
in my brain has become visible
to passersby
number four bus is late and
I’m thinking about how
once upon a time long long ago we were
wrapped in blankets
reading
about k-holes on the internet
carried myself, both wheels
upstairs to foggy purple
and slept on palo santo
never! were my dreams quieter
softer
but growing colder
we were only there for the two dollar wells
I guess
Vanessa Carlton is playing next door?
you were unhappy
and I
was trying to be happy for both of us
it wasn’t working
things were
crashing
and Shen Yun is coming to town again
right on schedule
we were best right upon
waking before egos descended
I remember
psychedelics on lakesides
so so far away
