and at some point you give up
trying to be or find the person
you are trying to be or find.
more time to stare at the sky
and i find myself
doing exactly that.

the romance of the imagination and the
screenplay of memory is quite a terrible
addiction but i have been
sober before and i will be sober again.

you dream of her body, how you convulsed
along the electric pulling you built between
those Venice sheets when you both were still
strangers searching for a warm place to hide.
you dream of the clothes, the parties, the cars, the good
times for everyone, build the business live the life but
there you are, some coin in your pockets, pockets on pants
on a body still wondering what's next.

so, i'm excited for a party that i'm having, bring
all the kids to the campfire, see if anyone has the secret
or at least some new or better
questions.

but there will be some good souls that choose
to make it, and hell, what was not made then perhaps
can be made now perhaps we will even be able
to share it for a night, at least.