Ready,
Row
of course I miss it.
cutting up the river
the boat always
sang
and I heard it
well.
gliding
effortlessly
trapped on the
water
nowhere to go
nothing to feel
but there was never
enough time in the
day
so I had to go
dock it, bring it
in
what a shame,
watching a sunset at
noon
Ill be back one day,
really,
Ive got a date with
the dusk
Im naming my boat
Renaissance
and shes going to
fly like lightning.
Butterfingers
everything falling apart
like my steering wheel
slipping
like one bad
grade
like-
one touch setting me
off
like-
once misplacing my
keys
and I tell myself
its
just one bad
night
one bad night and
itll be
over in the
morning
In the morning Ill
be in control
no room for
mistakes
but my butterfingers are
reckless
and I'm a burning ember
waiting to be ignited
waiting for a psychedelic
episode
where the colors in me
spin
telling me to pick up the
brush
and paint them hot
paint them
blinding
they say to put the words
on the page
to wreak havoc
set it all in flames
and watch the world burn
at my fingertips
restless for one bad
night.