Intuitively i scream at the top of my lungs i gleam like a jack-o-lantern from last Halloween beams of engagement flow thru folded hands that disengaged when i opened the car door the floor flowed with evian as i spilled it on the dirt in my surprise decked in leather i bet whether i'd drip in disappointment or rise with this anointment of inner strength the length of this corpal interruption spanned decades in my broken mind but didnt last long enuff for me to tie my shoes and be on my way Christmas lights and plexi glass guide my decaying vision of what you mean... to me, to her, to this table, to this planet, to this magnetic pull you me and the ground have sometimes at the same time. it's 11:30AM and space is running out like a coward on stilts my weakness wilts in your direction with detection of love lingering on your breath. red and green gleaming from ethereal toxic glasses while the masses line up to drink my southern discomfort like snake oil prescribed by appointment ive been bamboozled with buttery hush money Honey, i dont know how you affected and infected my brain with the unavoidable and the unattainable that you present and descend upon daily maybe i should untie my feet from the ground you tiptoe on bonded by concrete and defeat seemingly my glass is empty but speaking freely its isnt my glass i merely pass my lips over in hopes of connection with a distant drinker this sinking feeling rises and falls with busy and eddie rocking the beat like a six-fingered fist the list grows like the gradation of wandering hands plans diced like a blender even leo fender couldnt save me depraved and insatiated i sat intoxicated absent of the textbook cherry verry verry is the blurry vision i possess sour like recess the moment the school bell rings virtuosos always got more time in the sandbox locks and keys free the caged animal that writhes inside me sometimes my mind's regress is lathered by smooth bass grooves and fretless godins too the smoke rakes my tortured throat saxophones and kango hats, camera bags and empty glasses, or gradually becoming so the flow of assorted saxes relaxes my companions to the cliff of involuntary slumber i'll remember nothing of this night 'cept the words i write on assorted flyers with no place to fly
Reason for writing:
well this one spawned as most of the recent ones have...while i was heavily drunk at a local brooklyn lounge. This one was merely observational, so it's sorda all over the place but alot of it is close to heart...maybe thats why im not junking it...but i thought maybe somebody out there would enjoy it
Birth sign: Pisces
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