Truth: The Walls Around Us

I walked back into the apartment
Possibly drunk
With the aims all fucked up and familiar
I’ve felt the same way since she
Stopped by to say hello
And I wanted so badly just to kiss her

Remember her?
In Polaroids we were fine then.
What were we laughing at?
I tried my hardest to burn them
But they got put up on my wall
Instead.

Truth: Dusty Diary, Found in a Softball Field

Open the book, taste her smell in your memories
And just as quickly,
Shut it.
Shield your eyes.
Bound with dead
Animal skin
And filled with life;
An unnerving paradox.
Hands shaking, read the first line,
And the next,
And the next,
And it gets harder
When the little three-by-four inch square
That was engraved into your brain
Falls out
Faded yellows and de-saturated sky
Twist and turn
An autumn leaf that the book
Didn’t have a chance
To catch
Like so many others

Two kids smile back at you
From the floor

Pick them up,
Dust them off.
Their arms aren’t around each other
Now.

It was a book of astronomy,
But the only thing you read
Was
Just about a shooting star.
Stuck in the Perseids.

Lie: That Night, I Didn't Think We Would Make It

Onramp
Switch into 5th
Accelerate
Pass
Decelerate
Coast
And keep coasting
Past the dust gathering on the edge of the plain
Outside of your view, coming closer
Until tiny drops of medicine fall all over
Your body

Roll up the windows
Hit the accelerator
And hydroplane, tires loose, stop
Open up your arms
Open up your mouth
Open up your body

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

So bright, natural-electronic
Flash, freeze frame it
And you’re placed on silver halides

Until the police push you in the gutter

Onramp.
Switch into 1st
Decelerate
Clean up you: Mess.