We laughed, we spoke.
I drank your ideas like a parched man on a dog-day afternoon.
We laughed.
You spoke, spilling “life is one big joke” to passers-by
I laughed, we drank,
I fell, you pulled.
We drank, we fell,
I pushed, you pulled.

We fell asleep at dawn.
I cursed my alarm clock.
We drank, we ran,
I tripped, you jumped.
We bathed my body covered in bruises.
He left, they left.
I slept, I cried.  
You called, I confided,
your mouth remained shut.

We laughed, still.
We drank in lonely streets,
licking bottoms like we were empty
We ran, we tripped.
We slept still at dawn.
You pushed, I fell.
You pulled, I slept.
Paralysed
I split apart.
I left.
You stayed: laughing, drinking, screaming, jumping, pulling.

You pull.
I push.
You scream.
I speak.
You cry.
I run.
You drink.
I sleep.
You call.
I call you
the Catalyst.

"Life is one big joke"
but no,
no, it’s not.