i've waited all my life....
poetry is sooo happy!
bad music in a badly lit room
you're visible through streams of smoke
floating in the light
as your mind is floating around
fighting consciousness.
lord knows it isn’t easy
trying to sift though the prayers
and mumbled words from mumbled mouths
searching for the exit sign
"don't" she said, "don't believe that this could last any longer than it has,
any longer than tonight."
So the colors spin and the words are slurred
as your hand is grasped tightly in hers
and she walks the stairs as you hum the song
and it goes :"Gloria, my days are numbered;
Gloria, this can't last long."
You search for a distraction
searching the pictures,
like a bible,
for some from of truth
hidden in the background,
tucked inside the verse.
The room tilts and the sour taste
of foreign skin rushes you back
to your old sober self
quicker than you would have liked.
but it's too late now,
you're too far in,
now she's on top and you can't breathe.
so you lay back,
bewildered,
in some sort of helpless state of shock,
eyes
darting
from skin
to the ceiling,
to the sky.
to the night.