Month: March 2014
Day two
They say that today
is the first day
of the rest of your life.
Ok.
So yesterday must have been
the last day
of something,
right?
Am I perpetually starting over,
or closing doors,
day
after day?
Stupid aphorisms.
The Return
Briefly
in
the
stratosphere.
Grounded
now,
mortal,
again.
Going
back
to
self.
I have been warned
I should not
be allowed
to talk
to strangers.
I have been drinking,
and they are all
now
my friends.
They are not
all
my friends.
Not so alone
The miracle of drink:
The intolerable
become quaint,
the noise
becomes symphony,
the crowd becomes
invisible
and I become aware
that the people
are sharing this moment
with me.
Lost in the crowd
I didn’t wear
my concert shirt.
How will I know
who I am?
Goers
I went to the concert
to hear the artist
and they were playing it
in the bar,
while I drank,
before the show.
I felt like I was choking
on something I loved.
I went outside
and took a deep breath
but they were out there too…
them
smoking the green,
unaware
of how out-of-touch they were
with what they had come to experience.
I felt square.
I wanted music
I got people instead.
Banal
They are tiresome.
They are here
(ostensibly)
for the same reason
I am here.
They are here,
however,
in a different tone
and in a manner harsh
and foreign
to my senses.
It is unfair to hate them
as their motives are sound,
but I do it
anyway.
That is my way…
and it works for me,
even as it destroys me.
New things
Confusion…
fear….
What’s the difference?
Drove home in the rain
Sometimes you get down
it’s hard not to take it personally,
but the rain isn’t falling
just on you.
In a way, it would be easier
to think of the rain as your executioner:
there for you alone.
That’s a crazy kind of arrogance
but you can wrap it around yourself
like a warm blanket.
But when the things that bring you down
don’t tear everybody else down too
it just feels useless,
to be feeling anything at all.