I said I would never walk down that gravel road again,


It was the site of too many other women,
too many drunken swerves and curves.
My heart could feel the pulse
of an empty pearl in those pebble-peppered dirt streets.

This was the type of place
that cries grasshoppers and mosquitos at night:
One softly chirping beside you,
the other buzzing in your ear to remind you
that some things just love to suck the life out of you
indiscriminately.

This was the place where I decided to become
a court jester
a drunk
a student
an idiot
a clown (which is only so subtly different from the court jester.
One you laugh with and one you laugh at)

The truth is,
all I wanted in this place
was that gentle, smiling man in the sky.

04/26/2014

Posted on 04/26/2014
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