3 AM
A million years ago we drank Jack Daniel’s watching Mad Max movies all night until dawn.
A thousand years ago we really tried to make this work but it was gone.
A hundred years ago we tried.
Ten years ago we failed.
One year ago and you are happy. You have a wife. And a baby.
One day and I finally realized I have to let you go.
I have loved you for so long it’s just a feeling that we dream about.
This fog we’re driving into I’m going to help and get you out.
One minute ago, I sat there quietly, thinking about the past.
Time rolls. Seconds pass. I’m alone.
3 AM. A bottle of Jack. A quiet home.
Tonight is gone.
But maybe tomorrow.
Another dawn.
Add comment May 3, 2015 masnstevy
Nasty dirty evil little thing.
Call me call her call him.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Light up light down
Lay down lay me down
That’s how it starts.
Small and hot and few and far between.
One drink two drinks
We all drink to lay it down.
He knows she knows they know we know
And long before you know it
Something else will come along.
So you think.
But you think hard
And you think long
And I think short and fast.
And still that does not separate us.
The smoke of degradation floats around me
Curls slow.
I can smell it when I’m alone.
Alone
You know
You know when you’re alone.
It’s dark and sad
The clink of glass
On glass.
The ice it melts
So quiet that you hear
The gentle rustle of your coat
Or hers or his
You wish that it was yours.
And I appear from here and there
And here is everywhere
Is nowhere
Is now.
Now we see and we say nothing.
Ask no questions.
Question no reasons no motives no lies.
We lie together lay together
We have lain and lied
With each other
To each other
The other does not matter anymore.
More is where we fall short.
Come up quick
We’ve kept our distance
Distance keeps us close.
Echo down that long far hall
Closer to my room.
My house my life my heart.
It is so disheartening to see you there
Standing by the door
Waiting on some word
That you will never hear.
You only hear the words and words
Will just not care.
Care will not be helpful
Help me help you
And maybe help is on its way.
Far away and not too far
There is a place that I can go.
If you let me I will take you
Stay silent and watch the road.
Concentrate on now
And later you will find your own way home.
Home is the place where you dream of this
And this is not a dream.
Dream of gypsies
Hundreds thousands
Days are here and nights are gone.
They are gone
We are gone you are gone
I am going and going alone
Back into your nighttime dreaming.
Dreaming nights and nightmares
You will see me there.
Waiting walking waking.
Wake up.
I will pick you up
In a few short minutes.
Add comment July 3, 2009 masnstevy
And now I must go to bed
and dream of wild men.
And in the morning I am going to
put curls in my hair.
I didn’t know how the story ended.
Middle of the bed
Middle of the balcony
In a huge apartment
On the floor;
I will bet that you can’t remember
even half of it.
If you would dance with me
If you would lay with me
There was rain and we had rain
There was a jungle that you ran through
You were always chasing me
in the dark.
I could never get away.
Add comment June 23, 2009 masnstevy
Dragon eyes,
cold and green when they looked upon me;
I could make them red and fiery,
until they burned into mine
with an intensity I have never felt again.
It is hard not to think about this time in my life
when I want it back so badly.
Like the myth,
maybe it was not real,
and maybe you do not exist anymore.
Perhaps my dragon lover is only a ghost
in the shadows of my mind.
But I believe in dragons and ghosts,
and that is what you have become;
A spirit haunting my life.
And if that is all I can have,
then it is enough.
Add comment June 12, 2009 masnstevy
Do you love me
as always?
Lest I should believe it not true,
let it not ever be said.
After all,
summer returns again.
Behind a dark mask of night,
our frail hearts scream,
wailing,
love lost to winter’s sight.
It grows cold,
through winds’ change,
yours and mine.
Needs not strength,
but the heat of long days to survive.
Goodnight, sleeping prince;
We will wake once again
in summer’s light.
1 comment June 12, 2009 masnstevy
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