Sometimes, I Notice You're There All The Time

Sometimes, I Notice You're There All The Time


I think about how the gin
Has left me at the mercy of the night
Bus.

The kissing couples, crimping cuddles
Pout-faced selfies, trout-faced uglies
Garish giggles blunted
To wispy whispers.
Thank you, Gin.

I think about how the haze
Might make me forget all the things I should
Remember.

Someone giving me the eye
A beauty, up for
Killing free time.

Someone giving me the eye
A loony, up for
Skinning me live.

I drown in the fog
Lost in Lethe
Looking for questions like
"Who am I? Where am I? What happened to my shoes?"

I think about not thinking about her
Out of reach but everywhere –
Like the ubiquitous skies
Against which my world is set.