Thursday, January 18, 2007

Attention Deficit Disorder Creeps Into My Fantasy

And it’s so good I can’t wait
to push down on the accelerator
we’re too far down our own roads to tolerate
too much togetherness in one space
still it’s tempting to stay and watch the sunrise from your room
hot with the sweat from the night before
my back pulsating, my teeth grinding
in all the air I’m breathing
and if I return to the wound with you
to light up the cave and surrender
and I put down my sword
and you put down your knife
to get closer to the truth at the center of a lie
a lie we’ve both followed with our heads bowed
we could walk away from the torture chamber
without anymore angry insults strewn among the debris of discarded thoughts

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