DRIFTING

you wanted it so much

and it was in the queue

lined up, packaged,

almost slipped it in, too

but what do you do

in the middle of the night now?

and what is it that’s been

keeping you up?

there’s a lot not to say

and I don’t.

in case it trips some wires

sends somebody off into an ether

big jumble of all this life

said it’s fine,

said it’s understandable, said it’s okay

i’ll retreat into the bower

turn it up a notch

you’re not hurting me anymore

you’re just drifting on a coast

you don’t understand

one day, you’re gonna stop running

and one day your mouth

is gonna get stuffed

with all those words

you don’t bother pouring out

on account of being real cool and all

and i’ll be catching meteors with my bare hands

to feel a searing pain

like the time you gave me