"Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait" -Longfellow

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Sky Blue

Dive bars for churches.
Inseparability, entanglement,
theories of cowabunga and conjectures of gonzo.

Bottle caps and musks of old wood
and old man wood too.
Loneliness as triumph, smoke as possession,
as the thin touch of connection to now, as a damn good Bloody Mary recipe, 
as morning confusing night for brother,
As peaceful turmoil on the rocks
because: easy come, easy go.
I think of Jerry Jeff and Dad.
I think of addictions conquered and torture borrowed,
liquor bravado become meek smiles — drooping like the reddest roses burned by the Texas sun.

There aren't blue jeans big enough for this package, this existential ass
Smoothed by hill country dirt and made shiny by imagination's tendency 
to flirt with truth and loosen her...
Oh what we owe the beery humidity trapped in the distance between ears!
Here's not dysfunction, because there's no such thing. 
Here's not a breaking heart, because our hearts are already broken:

sky blue. run through.

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