The Night Sighs…

Out
into
the darkness
we drive,
all those
looking for
the score.
Whether it be
flesh.
Whether it be
chemical.
We reach out,
we
branch out.
That
moment.
We need to
inhale it,
we need
to
penetrate it,
smoke it,
swallow it,
spike it,
get it
into
us
and make
it part
of us
to
alleviate
what is
left
to once
what was.
To become
the master
of what
is once
was,
and back
again.

And
when
it
is
over.

When the cool air
breathes
through
smashed cold lips
of the individual,
alone,
we thank
the light
for making it
home again.

Beauty
crushed
into
nerve endings.

…Forget the
regret.

Advertisements

One comment

  1. So interesting you line :

    Whether it be
    flesh.
    Whether it be
    chemical.
    We reach out,
    we
    branch out.

    HOw it points to a human need of one sort or another…different kinds of dependency. Well said.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s