I met a girl tonight
She had the name of that friend
The one you had ties to
But never talked to
Hurt feelings and all that
She was spectacular
Pretty, smart, dark hair
Things I used to look for
Before giving up
About fifteen pounds
Partners in crime
Like I thought Poppy might be…
Asked for a number
She saw what you did
What they all do
Like Puddles told me once
“You’re the worst kind of person in the best possible way”
;I’m fucking sick of it
That and “you’re such a good friend.”
I know – feels good to be right…
I lay on the cot I’ve made myself behind the love seat on the floor of Jordans apartment, staring up at my phone trying not to think about how the screams of my body are getting louder and louder.
Suck it up, the man inside my head, the one that uses my voice, says.
I scroll through photos on Instagram until my fingers stop lazily scrolling on the start of the trail. My heart sinks five or six feet in defeat before climbing out of its grave and, standing tall and proud, says “not a defeat, a life altering learning experience.”
My neck itches and I scratch it. The breeze makes the room grow chill. I giggle at the irony. ” It’s so cold,” scratch scratch scratch, “just need to get back out to the PCT. God damn Mojave is calling to me ya know?!”
Like a comedic crackhead.
It’s only been four weeks but I feel so compelled. Everything I do from here on out, no matter how much I could try to deviate my course, feels like it’s just going to lead me back out into the great devouring wild.
The man that lives in my head, the one that uses my voice asks and I whisper the words as he does.
Do you remember the taste of it?
Simple things that I miss.
Lounging over me on large chairs,
Like I’m the throne,
She the queen.
Random laughter at unfortunate things,
She walks hard, with confidence,
Each step rings in my heart,
As she walked to me,
And far beyond.
Where she will always stay.
Far, far beyond.
Walked through ghettos and slums
Talked to killers with guns
Rotated through shadows
Brought forth horizons
Bring more stories to blind them
And surprise them
Laughs stacked, kill them with kindness
We control the spice
We control the lines
Through infinity, sparks colliding
Beyond the minds limits
We mime dead silence with kind eyes in violence
We dredge through streets
We pay them not to weep
Can’t stand the sirens
Stand up for your visions unwinding
Indecent men gain on your retreat
Step with promise, say it again, repeat
Passed aggression into timing
Look forward to the beat
Rhythm is dying