where there is solace in whiskey, there is aggravation in tequila.
The only reason I’m even writing right now is because I can’t even help myself. (It’s not good) I don’t want these words to need to exist in the public domain. But they have to. They have to be there. For you. Yeah, you. You got this far didn’t you? This is about to become a poem, just FYI, so if you don’t like poems (or if you want this to rhyme or make sense) watch a youtube video. You’ll likely be more entertained. In fact, just google Russel Brand and the Baptist church. It’s more interesting than the bullshit that is about to follow.
like nectar from no specific plant.
Natural, cool, calm, real to the touch.
Fuck, I’m reeling from her touch.
My own lips taste like they shouldn’t meet hers, I wish I carried mints.
I don’t kiss enough people to carry mints.
I just don’t kiss people.
No, I prefer to fall in love immediately.
Well, I used to.
Now I prefer to fall away before I arrive.
That’s why I’ll dance with you. Or her.
I’ll dance, alone in my room.
I never used to dance,
But I fell in love. Finally.
She came on like a doubleshot.
Then she was gone, an hour later.
Flushed her memory down a urinal.
I left the bathroom laughing and ordered a doubleshot.
My heart stretches and aches across the continents, having fragments of it’s own fragile glass past lodged in it’s major ventricles. No sedative quells my nerves. I’m overcome with the desire to receive validation and worth from external sources, but how long can that temporary band-aid last in the tumultuous torrents of life. The current of change has swept me away and now I feel like a stranger to my friends and myself. I want a spark, I want the validation to come from within this time. I want to love someone because I love them, not because them love me and make me feel like my existence is worth something.
Oh, dear sweet waves of change, sweep me away from my lonely little isle. My smoke signals are unintelligible from this far away.