SOL: Delirium

stumbling home full of
rum and ears still
humming the music they played until
early morning, trying to
tease the sun out of hiding
long enough for you to slip
your tongue between my laughing teeth
dragging the last bit of the
night sky over my tired eyes

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Moments Better Left Forgotten.”

SOL: Coping

I could be everything you want if you’d let me but
I bet I would be gone before you got to see it through
Somewhere along the way in one of the many cities
I’ve been to, I left my heart at a bus station, waiting
On the bench for salvation that will never come.

3AM Thoughts // AKA “At One Point I Got It, Then Promptly Lost It.”