The wind rushes the sound of
Horse powered hurricanes into his ears
He is silent as he drives to the beach
He is silent on the pier
He purposely gets himself lost sometimes
Tries to remember he parked his car at a nearby Denny’s
The boats bob helpless
But safe with their tethers
He eats a hamburger that he buys for 2 dollars
While walking by a company fundraiser for heart health
The man standing over the barbeque asked him if he was hungry
Neither said much else to the other
He eats slowly
Drinks slowly
Understands that everything happens slow when he is lonely
He characterizes himself through sighs that all say
Yeah I guess I should go now
He knows he shouldn’t be here
As if the salt air might rust his moving parts
But he sits on a bench eating a burger
And in his own silence creates osmosis
A space around his head so his thoughts dilute themselves
somewhere else
He plans on leaving them there
He thinks how this is an oil change for his soul
So he can slide back into his daily grind enough
To keep his pistons cool
How some days he needs the noise so much
He becomes obnoxious for laughter
And hungry for laughter’s love
He drives home perfectly empty
Gets lost along the way
Thinks about what it truly means for him to go home
Thinks he should have been there hours ago
Thinks of what it actually means to be better
And says to himself
People are never really lost
As much as they are
Arriving where they need to be
Just a little late
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
The wind rushes the sound of
Horse powered hurricanes into his ears
He is silent as he drives to the beach
He is silent on the pier
He purposely gets himself lost sometimes
Tries to remember he parked his car at a nearby Denny’s
The boats bob helpless
But safe with their tethers
He eats a hamburger that he buys for 2 dollars
While walking by a company fundraiser for heart health
The man standing over the barbeque asked him if he was hungry
Neither said much else to the other
He eats slowly
Drinks slowly
Understands that everything happens slow when he is lonely
He characterizes himself through sighs that all say
Yeah I guess I should go now
He knows he shouldn’t be here
As if the salt air might rust his moving parts
But he sits on a bench eating a burger
And in his own silence creates osmosis
A space around his head so his thoughts dilute themselves
somewhere else
He plans on leaving them there
He thinks how this is an oil change for his soul
So he can slide back into his daily grind enough
To keep his pistons cool
How some days he needs the noise so much
He becomes obnoxious for laughter
And hungry for laughter’s love
He drives home perfectly empty
Gets lost along the way
Thinks about what it truly means for him to go home
Thinks he should have been there hours ago
Thinks of what it actually means to be better
And says to himself
People are never really lost
As much as they are
Arriving where they need to be
Just a little late
Written on my phone from somewhere in San Diego.
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