(2:15am, wed14mar)
the discussion i sought
had been pre-empted
by not-so-accidental
slips of the tongue
it was a surreal evening,
running across the country
to sleep in a house
just like the one you fled,
laying down in the end
and looking up from your bed
to see dracula hanging above your head -
just like home, just like home
it was blind chefs and pineapple foam,
finishing hundred-year-old wine
with strong swigs off the bottle
and saying, "not bad,"
as though there were anything else
to truly say at the moment
silly little problems
like happiness and survival
if only we could juggle both
while running on a tightrope
sing and the world sings with you
sing backwards and the world looks weird at you
this is all a confidence trip
(2:27am)
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