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
I’ll be back one day, really,
I’ve got a date with the dusk
I’m naming my boat Renaissance
and she’s 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 it’s
just one bad night
one bad night and it’ll be
over in the morning
In the morning I’ll 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.
