set the fire to the third bar

you know those manicfuckinginsane days that just don’t seem to end?

yeah. them.

rollwiththepunches, takeitonthechin, remix the mess and get another one in?

yeah. that.

and in the quiet. post-phone-ringing-non-stop.

post-flashing-flights.

post-talking.

post-racing-against-time.

i.

i set the fire to the third bar.

you can come home now.

i’m exasperated with this.

this bullshit of exploding corners.

corners we didn’t even know were in the room.

the mad run against the fence.

drilling holes into my head  just to feel emptied.

and i write and i write and i write.

the sentences never end.

they twirl around and kick me to start again.

the fires are so much easier to extinguish when you make me laugh at myself at how funny i look in a fireman’s suit.

 

After I have travelled so far
We’d set the fire to the third bar
We’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off