Tag: survival

friday the 13th

a middle of the night phone call from your mother a continent away

and suddenly the whiskey loses it’s edge

and the silver screen dream there in your arms

is half a world away

there are no words though i will try

in my disjointed and drunken way

to make sense of the world as i now know it

and this is what i know

my limits are becoming clear

with borders controlled and emotions in check

we carry on, we grab a beer in our political acts of light

we sit in cafés, unafraid, and stare into the night

a little worse for the wear

witnessing once again the folly of man

and now, holed up in a tiny dutch town, i try not to cry

because it would be bad for my rep

but i know as i return tomorrow

i will go into a place that is once again foreign

and the weight that is in my heart outweighs any of the joy

that i have recently become accustomed to

where do we go from here?

we continue just as we always have

we persevere, we drink, we fuck

and we bask in the knowledge that no matter what

the sun will still rise tomorrow

another anniversary

there is a five year old memory
distilled like cheap grain alcohol
the thoughts are as dark as
the nights we made midnight runs
to avoid paying the rent
the pain burns like
the lit end of a cigarette
but somewhere along the way
it abated, ebbed in the oceans of time
my metaphors repeat themselves
dripping from my tongue
like pavlov’s dogs
you are still gone from
a short drop and a sudden stop
and i am alive despite
my best efforts
remembering to savor each moment
as if it’s the last


they catch my animal scent
under overpasses
beneath bridges
i walk too seductively
my eyes catch theirs
and that’s the cue
to throw me against a wall
or down on a muddy path
they become the predator
and me their prey
my other self watches
remembering the others
while trying to erase this one
but a hot shower, a cold beer,
and a clean shirt and
i will be exactly how
i was before