Wickedly wet liver
Soaked for lack of living
Soaked for a sotted giver
Weighs a ton & ways onward
The special things that are gone toward
And the death of the run-up to The Suffocate
Gold-guilded bracelet & stoplight jewels
An OC evening on plasticine deck chairs
And so that song’s gotta play
And so I’m gonna stay right here frozen
It’s a bitter still of nighttime
And the evening’s wrong for all of this
Red button pushed & hardened minutes ago
Offers an escape hatch & expired parachute to the loud neighbors
There’s still time to pull the plug, baby
Forget to cut the branches back on the family tree’s names
Forget to roll the dice & stack the odds
Handshake, thankless wanting & alarm clock ranting
To the dogs or whoever’s going to be the shoulder
To lie on, breaks the back & teaches your tricks
Waking up on New Year’s to a bloodied mess
Once I will let you call me by my middle name
Talk about the future like the present is the past
Talk about our numbers, lovers & letters
Re-teaching the order till it echoes & admonishes
Twice I will tell you the city & street I grew up on
My tiny silver suit & pink paisley tie
Fat metal braces & black & blue shut eye
Good for god & blue-light intercourse
Candelabra fingertips with star-finished nails
Candelabra fingertips when all else leaves
Vertical verdict comes down all horizontal
But still we crave hot dogs with green relish
And carrot cake from hilltop bakeries
Evil 1-2-3 so very jealous, you & me, of early bedtimes
Wake up conscientious & little strings & things
All over the 10 year carpet floor
All over a bed close to the ground for lazy leverage
Salvage titles with Nevada tags & plates
An elephant hanging right on the shoulder
Leaves the fire smoldering in the front temporal lobe
Responsible for eternal sunshine of the spotted mind
Take 19th street to the end of the yellow brick
I need a duvet cover with white-on-white flowers
I need a picture frame with symmetrical pink hearts
Commit the artifacts to a shelf then catalog
Curate & float belongings to belong somewhere
And flat-out drive home in the fogged dead of night
To resist roots & brave another half-life sunrise
© Adam Bresson
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