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Jun 02, 2006 17:15


I'm so inspired, so dried of words.  Expression feels tedious, like a waste of time.  I haven't time to wallow.  But I have time to remember.  Whether cruising around town in a bus, fantasizing a memory as lengthened, or gazing into firey eyes, I fall back onto reminiscence.  So much time to recall, to reflect.  Wears you thin, though.  I eventually lose it behind clouding smoke or torrential rain.

The commentary behind pupils rolls on because the life I live is too dry for my thirst, which pulses behind my mouth, just under my tongue.  I lick my wounded teeth, trying to lap up something worth speaking or something around which to curve my tongue.  But alas, tip-to-root lies like an oak board--the same way my mind's eye does on him.

These break-ups, they're just no longer worth it.

I guess it's time to start saving myself for someone I think is more worthy, which is what i thought I was doing all along.  And this seemed solidified when I met Steve, but hmm.... yeah.... The lenses of 20/20 hindsight are now shattered.  The opium maybe?  The marijuana? The alcohol? Probably none of the above, but more like when we clashed hard and sweaty, his a force illuminated the same color as my soul.  I peered so deep into something overly complex, but paring away to simplicity in solitude.  All for living up to the image created, the image desired.  All in frivolity, really.

I wanted his flaws, I wanted his tattoos to mean something.  Instead I gazed over pretty cruise photos and heard (and even told) tall tales of a life truncated by diagnoses and scheduled drug pick ups.  Oh the life dammed with a black condom, the resivor filled with pipe dreams and mishaps, inconsistencies in philosophical prognosis.  Oh! How we fucked! We spilled our guts unto each other for the great puzzle-game, for the scavenger hunt.  But seeking the abstract is like picking up a dollar bill and wondering where it's been: a goose chase no longer wild.

"When I say you shocked my brain out, the English translation is 'I'm in love with you and it ain't no fun.'"
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