drail

i wish a lot of things at this time of night.

i wish i had my guitar.

i wish i had a car to drive me to the store for a can of canada dry.

i wish i had all the words in the world to tell you everything i wish we shared.

but i know you are an enigma and i, your admirer.

things never work out how we want them, but we keep trying.

i feel placid, complacent, misdirected.

spurts of romantic leisure and homely desire.

kept underlined and marked for breath.

strange unsaid fervor

count your hands worth and throw it all to the fire

i've deviated my path

made another fuck all bait downward spiral.

drab, pucker free.

i only smile with you and it confounds you, i know.

you're not in the mind of being someone's thoughts.

free and perverse and oblique, no mere handle.

hardly a novice, unconventionally naive

if all to be your own and only for yourself

doing all the things we spoke about

you drink copious amounts of caffeine and stay up til 5am

while i fall asleep from boredom.

the cards are burned and trails are seeded with breadcrumbs

and all i long for are the simpler things

ginger and fruit

dry and be soons.