Habit
Midnight ride
to the old purlieu
leather drips and fluorescent stars
Get the fix and waste some time.
Nights like tonight
ring with perfection within frustration.
light the stroke
with embers of worn attritions
like echoes from ventures long past
serenade fresh anthems
acapella in the ambient air
watch the meanings float and fade
with wisps of ashes and abuse
Fake
obscured vessels dilate,
I'm just running away,
From thoughts I'm not willing to challenge precisely straight
O2 dissipates
but less is more
Vital signs are down
But I'm so up
I do this for my health.
Elements fall
Drenched smoke falls,
Rain is you
the train is you
calling through the still night
from miles and miles away.
truly, you're not here
it's just wishful thinking
and locomotions in motion.
Autumn was always you
drainage runs down
tungsten runs out
Street lights shiver
over our secret spot
downpours escalate
unsteady breaths evaporate
I can see them rise and fall
the gutters are drained and then flooded
sleeping evergreens provide no shelter at all
Gas and water
in an imperfect twine
Fumigate my mind
escaping from up pent lament
You're washed out to the filter
but your crackle endures
cigs hit so hard under twilight
but it's no absolution
At the end of the row,
extinguish the smoke,
Work back up to my feet.
But still I'm incomplete.
I think I'll always live less than I wanted
Author notes
I've been out for a long time, several months I think. I don't remember the last time I posted anything. I don't know if anyone is ever going to check in on this, but I thought I'd toss it up anyway... Yeah. It's not really done yet. Needs some word changes and fixes... I just kind of jotted it down while I was in the mood, didn't pay any attention to detail structure or anything like that. I'm not even sure the thing is comprehensible.
Just let me know I guess 
responce?
Comments
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no matter how many I smoke, by the end of my buzz I'm still no closer to understanding what it is I want to know.
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I like how you don't put a lot of poems up it always leaves me wanting more, though that's a good thing i guess. You're writing is so0o0o amazing I like how you compare the person who you're thinking of to everything and I like the line autumn was always you. Great job
stay golden
gabi
btw I checked in on this poem lolz
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