‘let’s not do anything too drastic’
I say to myself most nights now
and instead of venturing forth
into the darkness with a gun
on my hip and cheap whiskey
in my gullet I swaddle myself
in the folds of a blanket that
radiates with memories so warm
they quickly overwhelm me
and as I lay with half-closed eyes
staring at the wall while
a sad old record hums through
the speakers of my stereo
I wonder if perhaps a spot of
hot hooch and some adventure
isn’t actually drastic enough
memories
old songs
poetrymy life in memory
is beautiful and eternal
it includes
dramatic retellings
and for moments in real-time
i can spend years in the past
and all the people
whom i’ve torn apart
are there in whole
we never waste time to catch up
and we just pretend like nothing
ever changed.
a picture is all you need
poetrya picture is all you need
when you’re yearning for the past
like my bike ride to work
and the dim nowhere sky
the booze in the autmn
leaves
it’s been a year
it’s been a year
or the party with the crazy guy
the one who knew
your perverted friend
and the yellow colored
lights in their house
file errors
you can almost smell the
girls,
on your bed
flipping you off
on a laptop
or the ones of you trashed
by yourself
bloody-nosed
in the mirror
in your bathroom
all alone
followed by the dead foliage
pricker bushes
and nasty landscape
of the lot behind
the parking lot of
your hellish old,
whatever,
a picture is all you need.
