would be easy to say
that
the
day
was dead
and
that i sat there dead
like concrete
and
that
day is a naked and sober stale crust
dead
in
black water
but
instead
i listened and i heard
the
hum and cough of the fridge
and
the
whoosh of the pilot light
and
the
tiny splashes of the cat
drinking his water
all coming together
pretty
as
birdsong
from flutetunes.com
i'd get royalgod-blasted like it was a political statement
a short drink in each hand
out
somewhere
awful
with no character or vibe than i noticed
tho
everyone else seemed happy enough
and
this made them seem stupid to me
so
i'd
always have a bottle at home
to
sip
and
sup
and
hold
to the light with jesuswonder in my eyes
so fucking pleased
to
be
alone at last
and
i'd write accelerated whitefire down one eye shut
before
dawn
said DUDE!
and burst out all clean and bright and for someone else
now
the fire is a pilot light
at the top of my spine
and
dawn
just nods a knowing HELLO
