Vinyard Tribulations

Silence of me

Under grape vines

Being stared at by the magic hour

Holding you until you push me away

We cut coconuts. Mine has gone bad. Yours is perfect.

I make a list in the dirt of why I love you…

 

 

 

 

 

My mind fills a chest full of my belongings,

Full of her eroticisms

Her moans

Her taste

The way I only was able to see her in the variable times of days light

The way the sun kissed her face by the pool

The way her eyes would sleepily make me smile in the morning

The way she made me feel like the luckiest 23 year old kid

 

 

I am having a panic attack thinking about absence

Inevitability’s slumber  sneaks up

I like to stay hooded up and take a walk down east santa monica at midnight

Chin up

Eyes down

Right fist clenched tightly around my brass knuckles

Left hand keeping a loose grip around my bottle of tequila and  rolling papers (summis)

 

I come home to what I already knew

Never asked for advice

Just let this experience play out

I blame things on the sky

I curse the air these days

I pretend like the clouds aren’t even there anymore

 

 

I’ll sleep on the floor

I’ll take care of another disappointment

I am over bullshit

I am over a drunk texts giving me false hope

I am letting my self go to sleep

Appropriate on my day of birth

A cycle complete

Unbeaten earth I finally find home