Unsettled

[johnnyruin]

a name written in (my) red ink hand
too perfectly straight for darkness
remembered hollow points and shitty
french manicures, homely kindness
acid, decay, and time that passes
more slowly than you thought it would
trying to fix things that maybe can't be fixed
maybe shouldn't be, in the dark (again)
unstable ground and bookshelf of blurs
stars blink out with lefty loosey
only witness to the fall of burnt cherry
ancient battle under sea told on shoulders
draping down arms and those words on the page
have a slow burn through the paper and envelope
until they're just a pile of words in
my mind mailbox, i have to string together
the thoughts among falling black feather collection
though never from any animal i've heard of
just lie down in bathmat bedroom and tell stories
of interstate family dysfunction and i'll shake
and talk about movies that none of us will
remember in the morning, so just keep smiling
and kindly wipe away my crocodiles, they have
a habit of collecting in the corners, so i have
trouble telling what's real and what isn't
maybe tomorrow i'll know the answer