07-01-2011, 01:04 PM
"Bloated with pills, liquor, smoke, and come. -
The chase, the artiface memorial of good
things said and done that passed you.
Or rather, didn't want you"
~ J. N. Day
Near the drive-in,
beneath the summer-
threaded nests -
torn in pieces
and strung along
the restless leaves.
Our pick-up sputtered
and stopped.
It seemed simple enough
to walk home
across this bemused
place.
Yes.
No one ever
floats
in a good
place,
wherever they
are.
We're dead-
weight.
Even the
children know
we all
fall
down.
The chase, the artiface memorial of good
things said and done that passed you.
Or rather, didn't want you"
~ J. N. Day
Near the drive-in,
beneath the summer-
threaded nests -
torn in pieces
and strung along
the restless leaves.
Our pick-up sputtered
and stopped.
It seemed simple enough
to walk home
across this bemused
place.
Yes.
No one ever
floats
in a good
place,
wherever they
are.
We're dead-
weight.
Even the
children know
we all
fall
down.