We didn’t get very far,
and I was too frightened to file charges
against her father when they finally let me out
of the hospital.

But then I think that we probably accomplished
even less than I think we did in retrospect,
so I’ll stick with the version I’ve had no choice
but to write by myself.

Lot of things like that.
Lot of imaginary things you want to blame on the weather.

Reasons for why that stone head in the garden
is just resting her love-struck eyes are all over the place.

Don’t drive through the night, if all you’re going to do is hope
for rock and roll music in the nearby distance when you finally run out of gas.

You don’t always have to think about the good people
who died yesterday, or the good people who have no idea
what may or may not happen to them tomorrow.

Go crazy instead. Mix vodka with something you’ll forget
the name of again and again.

Tell her you could have been at the hospital
as much as three hours earlier than when you got there.
Promise him that the both of you are still as decent at everything
as you were the last time there were so many balloons in the vicinity.

Drive through the night,
all right, fine,
but only if you truly believe that no one else
is going to believe what happened to you after the car
decided when and where its own wake was going to be held.

Harder times if you’re stupid,
yeah, it’s true,
but it’s even worse if your first reaction
to half of the sun exploding
is to go back to bed.

Let’s try to understand why things like that
are kind of a big deal.

It’s not a fetish for the impossible.
It’s just that I would rather not be the only one
who shows up for a practice run
of the last party for the next thousand years.

Love is great.
Sex saves me the trouble of feeling bad
about everything I don’t remember anymore.

I just feel like holding something hostage,
and let’s never forget that it might not even really exist,
until my demands for something more are met.

I’m ready to negotiate new concepts of belief,
and I’d prefer some company for that.

03/20/2013

Posted on 03/20/2013
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