short-termed promises turned to lies
long-termed amnesia’s broken the ties
the buzz of rolling dallas
quiets the night
in abrupt silences
while the weak-day’s erased,
& placed back-burner
plans & promises
sputtered blindly & loosely
wandering
wondering
if floated words
still carry weight
when sunrise
licks its withered edges
ready-made phrases & places
remembered & forgotten faces
lost conversations
hidden by midnight’s blue hue
this night’s now might mean
everything or nothing
depending upon
tomorrow’s misery
but aren’t we so strong
before weakness sets in
profundities, vulnerabilities
insights, spotlights, dead nights
then insecurities become false comfort,
a blanket with holes
that knows something
that knows nothing
& is always out of reach
can we feel this way again?
what keeps the feelings alive?
is it beyond this moment?
will it die & will we die with it?
resurrection’s holding ends with timelines
it’s this bliss with strings
which will bring nothing to the table
when it’s time to eat
this dying feast
this fading peace
satisfaction is fleeting
in all night meetings
of lost-in-time rhymes
& notes blown blue
time ticks by carelessly
as plans & promises
sit in waiting
baiting tomorrow’s destiny
keep dreaming
it’s a necessity
start over
it’s really ok
this night was
as good, as profound,
as open, as honest,
as what it was
as what it is
start over
really, it’s ok
this blue night
was what it was
& is what it is
& will be
what it will be
keep dreaming
it’s a necessity