luckycreature

Things often went over my head. It was that way in that small apartment when Kathryn talked about animals while Braid played in the background. A slight curl of her long brown hair moved across her face when she turned to the side. Obscuring vision. “I do, I want to hold you” The New Nathan Detroits. That was the song title.
“Are you even listening?” She asked. I looked up, putting down the latest issue of Heart Attack in my hand. Of course I am. Listening, not really paying attention, but really….. I nod.
“Alright, let’s go out.”
T-shirt, cargo pants, exit into the cold night air. Buzz from a few blocks away, the chatter down on 5th st, pulling at our youth, our wonder. There were days when sleep went unanswered, these fall nights. Humidity made pretty. And lust worn on sleeves, filled with so much longing.
We walked into the frenzy, past reason, with hope for all the days to come.

The Single has been spinning without music for minutes.
It’s whir turned into the recess of our hearing.
Someone should flip the damn record but no one moves for the needle.
Cassie walks by with her new girlfriend, a redhead from the mountains.
I see William cringe at the sight, his heart pulling just a bit.
“Hey want a piece of candy?” I offer to no one in particular.
Andrew accepts, joins me in sugar debauchery.
The clock finishes its last minutes till 9pm.
Lights dim, keys locking behind us, four men going our separate ways.
Routine, until one of us leaves for another job, another city, another life.
And worst of all, we never look back.

Drinking wine, red turns my eyes,
I’m sick of being in rooms filled with your lies.
Particle catches of matter. What Matters?
I’m thrilled over the curls in your hair.
Taste of honey and day old bread.
Said the old man to the youth,
“Where are my glasses?”
And they ran like children to the emergency room.
Talk about anything! People, tell me more of homelands,
Where birds sing in helium voices.
I wish i was higher. Like years spent not sleeping.
delirium, red wine turns colors, my eyes not opening,
on your couch, i’m a better man.
If only i could stay here.

i’ll sing a song, if you hold my hand.
and the simple racecar spins
in the silence of a light snow.
low and empty, helium seizures.

hands ache with the turn,
special villains unveiling their diabolical,
a handbag unbuttoned, a slip of cash,
a pint of whiskey, chatter past.
too many stones left unturned,
the fall trees slowly burn.

The wind is howling. It beats my pants legs as it falls over, around me.
The sky turns grey without hope for another sunny day,
the winter works it’s northern magic,
I dial for an outside line, and there rests nothing but dead leaves.
We are mighty!
We who have discovered four walls and fire.
Let not a man discover, that we walked with fear.

.. i am ready..
could we get any more tired?
i sure could use a coke.
or a piece of pecan pie.
let’s settle east of the long river.
where hair falls below shoulders,
and science and faith are absent.
it’s not snow anymore.
too fuzzy, too burnt.
oxygen.