luckycreature

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.