"Sonic Star Power"
Driving down the river road
wheels cruch over rocks, branches and broken glass
I can't meet your eyes
and the acid running down the back of my throat chokes any niceness.
Your scent - thrift store bottle green jacket
toothpaste, just smashed cigarette and fresh coffee
becomes familiar (once mine, now no longer)
Hands closed into fists to stop from touching you -
-snap off the radio, quick, like death
You glance over
Not quite startled, ashamed maybe
Whispering, I'm just tired of that song
Eyes tight and shut, a hot darkness covers me.
Sparkle!
I wanted to be the star that flashed into your orbit
Wary though, I shrank back into the black hole
before we knew that was the fall I had taken.
(And I could have loved you on that twinkling bright
predawn mountain summer morning;
our tea leaf fortune reading:
'Sometimes people change and forget to tell the other.'
-We change with every breath
but only realize it through memory).
A soft, short sigh - your quiet closeness brushes against me.
Midnight crashes through the window
lights us like fireworks trailblazing comets.
For one moment, we return
