not good bye

[sactogeek]

not good bye

did i waste it? my life, my time, my energy?

a bottle of scotch, some burnt remnants of green cigarettes.
no its not this
this night, cold winter night
when its summer in my day of days.
and that girl isn't mine

Spanish eyes sighs full of effervescent glory
too much time, stolen dreams
the little engine that could.
I have, I did- between the headache
heartache and hangover
I remembered grace
fell on my knees went for the joy of rapture
of rebirth

(why is my nickname phoenix?)

I wonder

grab the bottle and see past

throw it out the window

and run on wet beaten sand

the south pacific in all its glory

remind me

we each shape the perfect day the perfect life

in our own vision.

here I come.