Ready set go
You stall
Your legs sink into hardwood floor quicksand
Burning firewood and pictures
from a past life
Trying to forget
My heads swimming in alcohol
My lips are cracked
dry
like the Grand Canyon
Hands up
to your head
your surrendering to your subconscious
conscious now
but barely able to peddle through my thoughts
Which way? This way
That way or his way?
Am I breathing
Am I dreaming
Is this life
Does it get any better then this
it’s wicked hot
muggy in my jersey wool sweater
I think I’ll sit down for a while
maybe do some summer saults in the grass
Look at things upside down for a while
maybe look at the blue sky and convince myself it’s  green for awhile
Just until the sun sets
Just until the morning comes
Just until the truth becomes a little bit easier to accept