we drunkenly drove
on long high-ways,
curving around the planet,
foretelling of it’s destruction
with no words.
higher and higher the
high-ways climbed,
and drunker and drunker
we all became,
until our car crashed
like the melody.
songs by candle light produced by
electric keyboard, drum machine,
the occasional bongo,
only to be played once,
are always, always, always
the saddest.
i remember thinking that
we all must be the same
sad,
so i painted everything
indiscriminately.
you reached for more,
but i drove us all home,
drove us all back to
the funny farm,
leaving sanity and
tunes to never be
recreated by the
candle light.