Thursday, December 10, 2009

Once




I search for you between legs late at night
Sometimes I think I catch a glimpse of you
In the bottom of my drinking glass
Once I could have sworn I saw you
Smoking in my ashtray
I’ve been seeking you for so long that I’ve forgotten
Your face or even if you had a face
Your name your story your laugh
The way you smelled just like lilacs
I’ve forgotten all
Hazily I remember feeling good once
One night toxic panting in my sinner’s bed
I thought I heard you calling
Turned to the tongueless girl next to me
No it wasn’t her
Sometimes if I take enough pills
I feel you creeping up my fingers
Your soul in my muscle memory
Everyone thinks I’m crazy
I burn the earth to impress the moon
The path I search is paved
In vices blisters and stubbed toes
Once I thought I caught your scent in the mirror
Next to straws and razorblades
It’s hard to navigate the scenery
When the trail’s been erased
Someone’s taped over you
With their favorite sit-com
Had to catch the last laugh
Maybe I dreamt you
Compiled you from books
And movies and other lies
I was sure I felt you in my wallet
Full of sickly dead men
Maybe you’re just a masthead
A banner I wave something to show
For this revolting foot race
A fictitious prize for drowning myself 
Hazily I remember feeling good once



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