I drive in the rain to vomit coffee
in the parking lot of another hotel,
while in the distance
water stays still but the earth floats buoyant.
the rain feels good on my face and neck.
I am suddenly aware that 2013 was five fucking years ago.
Can you believe that shit?
I sure can't.
My oh my, what a lifetime.
I want to go home,
but I don't know where home is anymore.
Home is a heart attack waiting to happen.
Home is a bad movie.
Home is the scent of the past trying to last.
I go on ugly, sour.
Writing with wire fervor,
never looking back or forward,
just be crass about current situations,
and asking if everyone is okay.
Oy vey, here we go,
the next phase in life,
the next breakneck crash into
the next age of rainbow bullshit
where I fade myself out of February's.