our ships sail in

talking here ciagrette dangles low and i am contemplating the risks of being alive drunk drivers aids cancer time loss black outs smoking to much pot, shotting needles glass eyed needing a fix it's all so tragic dangerous desperate beauitful can't we just jump on the cold cold wagon and ride back together ride there wherever it is we're trying to get to end up find ourselves.

we have enough time to take a few deep breaths and bask in our own glances own ways and kow that everyone is the same with their own ways bottle to my lips and i can see a thousand faces before me looking down into the same angle same gap between them and their goal for the night their need drink get drunk they say two different one is purpose for doing one is reason for not calling it's easy to not call when your drunk i'm not drunk anymore not sober not awake not sleeping just waiting wondering what roads are turning in before me after me how the things will bend and curve and the best way to find myself waiting on the median.

i am always on the median.

i am always where i need to be could it be otherwise be anyway but this but here and now i know the truth will set us free i know the rest will be told and there's no one left to not listen now. it's you (staring blank at the box on the desk) me (typing things in categories in front of mine) we're all waiting all going somehwere take a ride and join us meet us there it will surely be more fun than sitting back and waiting for nebulas to materialize mesmirize us with their adoration beauty the way the lottery numbers fell just for us is it okay to sratch off another card? is that gambling? is life a gamble life a risk life a chance are we spending too much time focus energy figuring it all waiting on all of it thinking about how when the ship sails and crosses oceans seas straights our lives will change for the better and we will be all the more glad for it?

i think maybe so.

2002-09-18 | 8:51 p.m.
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