what else but spill. let it rise up, the beautiful breaking of a sad old heart. oh. it's a rich swim through warm murky water. buzzing mind and fingers splitting slippery atoms. can i drown you? will you just go away. how do you avoid a strong current, slip away from a riptide? pull me under. let my head rest on the soft green rocks. let me leave thinking about you, let me forget your smell...
i try...
to ignore the hole. the blackness. the negative space. the puzzle piece that's missing, living somewhere upstate ny. and does that space ache in you? does it speak nonstop, tugging at your soft cotton shirt? do you listen when you're stoned? and drown it when the mrs steps through the door?