to be alone with you

there is a point in which deliriousness crosses over into full-blown dementia. that point is right now.

we were moving fast
gently over the
crystallized pieces on the
tips of the blades of grass
in this freezing cold weather
and nothing can suffice --

for these five am drives
for these three am movies
for these one am laughs
for these eleven pm grins
for these nine pm buzzes

for this: for all of this
for "casimir pulaski day"
and mary jane's last dance

and one day all this conversation will be worthless
but we'll hope it isn't so. the deep wounds will be healed
the laughter will be forgotten the smells forgiven
the girls, the boys that we yearned for
that left us broken here, here in my room

the time passes so quickly when you can't see the clock:
fragmented shards of bottomless charts
medicated by law and fed by the government
religion and politics taking the wheel
in this one-man show and this three-car accident