If we could be
Anything

I'd hope that
One day

We would become
Like a pane of glass
held between

The waves of the ocean
And the clouds of the sky

You could taste the salt
And I could
Drown in the rain

We could be
As indefinable
As our translucency
As the sun set

And be as proud
As the night sky
Being able to say goodbye
To the blue
Blue
And spilling
Dark watercolors

Between the patches
Of green
With the underside of brown

There are two sides
To everyone
Every story
Every us
That makes us one

Let me see
The tide and the moon's reflection
Across the roaring ink
And I swear
To let you
Caress the lightning
Behind you

I keep playing the high string
on my second-hand guitar.
It sounds off against the rest,
a year older, more sour,
and cynical at best.

It knows the breadth of my sounds,
the cradle of my voice
over words meant for someone else.
Centred over my shaking fingers
and constant questioning of self.

I keep strumming the same old chords
and hoping for a new sound.
Twisting cheap rhymes and wine,
another glass-full, another smoke,
all from the unemployment line.

This writing was an attempt
to make laziness an art.
So that singing through Wednesday
is better than a desk-job,
better than my next far-off lay.

Yet here I am once again friend,
finding a friend in this:
my inter-planetary longing
for some unrealistic bliss.

my favourite days
are
the 3rd
7th
10th
13th
20th
and 27th
of every month

and every tuesday
too
because i love the sound
your lips make
when you say

those words
against my neck