Cabin Fever

Take-backs? There's no take-backs.

11-8-03

Tag- you're it!
This game of two and two
and four by four
isn't as fun as our one on one is
when we're winning.
I've been spun
into a corporation of your ideas
as you plug yourself
into every unknown that can exist
in a place that tells you
you're a star
but can't sell a drunken thought
to a lingering lush.
I'm backing out again
and leaving the seesaw behind,
wondering where your grace has gone
when you hit the bottom
as I jump off the top
and land hard in the mud
that all the rain has made of me
after your last goodbye.
I need to hit solid ground
so I can remember how good
it felt to have you
lift me into the sky.
The alignment is shifting again
and I need to steady myself
before I get to take another chance.
Listen to my lullaby
before I say goodnight
and sing you off
into a distant sleep
in the arms of someone else
that provides the security
when my melody whistles
through your soft hair,
into your ears
and across the visions
dancing in your brain.
I've gassed it
and handed over the reigns.
Have the most
of what it is you want
and I'll take back
everything you leave behind.
I'll shine it up real nice,
put it in a frame
and think fond thoughts
while I try to pump new life
into the remnants
of my ravaged heart.
Like a cat coming in
from a torrential storm,
I'll never see anything
as being the same again.