Don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die...There's something wrong here where the best ones want to go. --Richard Hell.
Looping over and over in my head
A circular motion hits and beeps
like a pump infusing blood
or a warning in an automobile.
I resisted the urge to turn left into the parking lot of the liquor store today
Instead I spent my whiskey money on sustenance and root beer.
I felt a pang of sadness in my heart, knowing
the full lips pressed to glass
the sweet sting my tongue would
the fiery slide my esophagus would miss.
instead i would like to call you up
ask you how your day is going
invite you over to my place
and tie you up to the tiny bed of my childhood
until you start crying or coming
whichever satisfies me equally
just as long as I can take some from me
I'll cut you instead of me.
place it on you from
my chest to your back
you seem so willing.
it was difficult
it took time
but I resisted just this once
now to multiply it by a lifetime.