Nothing Holds Back The Night
Nothing comes up alongside you when you're
fumbling with the static of your
everyday life, hovering
just beside you; waiting for the next
drop along the path; your crash
the pain unending and
no one would belive it any
way just your beloved who in the
dark takes your only
hand
Can’t you just feel it, irritable jumping
out of your skin as you signal re
treat from the sunset, sub
mission from the bills and con
straints of your health saying
‘yeah you can do this’ and
‘no none of that’ as simply you
bury your face in the ruff of your
nearest canine friend
Wild he knew and signed up for the
nights of 15 minutes you took to
zoom in your vw with no side windows from
Montague to Conway, your Black
Velvet between your legs, swigging as the
road curled before you; he signed
up as soon as he saw you it was
predestination: he is
still full of all the wild
times
But here we are left with
silence between your fingers
pinched between your toes; the glare of
all of your pretending pressed up next to
the dreams you have of what is
actual which only pummels
your unconscious as it leans, hard, into
deeply
itself : insistent into
all
your sweetest waking
days
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