In a flash, I was Fine!
Then I was NOT FINE, just as quick.
I said to myself, “If I saw someone else
Act like it, it’d be lunatic.”
“But is it so bad, always,” I said,
“to be out of control?
Should we berate the sordid states
We sometimes fall into?
But, how can I even stand to make a plan,
When my mind might just change?!
Due to some little hint,
That got dropped by a friend.”
Questions fall from the sky:
“Will I always be high?!”
“Will this shit ever end?!”
“Will I ever be right again!?!”
I don’t know. It depends.
“Sweetheart, hold yourself back,”
Andre said, “Tears are not helpful at this point.
Keep those feelings in check
Till we artfully exit the back of this burger joint!”
But, friends, it’s not easy for me to hold back
Even one river’s flow.
Levees, historically speaking, are leakier
Than most folks know.
If even one or two drops get through—
it’s an unglamorous end!
Black kohl lines running down,
Slightly blotchy mauve cheeks.
Making motions to run,
From the room in a streak
Of quite awkward expressions:
“Grrrl! He is a WRECK!”
Spilling out on the street, like two clowns,
Dignity trailing from my shoe.
Andre spun right around, she said,
“Listen up, hun, I got three things to say to you!
First off, this night is too young
For the two of us to go home yet!
Second, this life is the only one
You, in this body, will get!
Lastly, I’m here for you anytime, BUT
That’s conditional friend
On the fact that you fight
For each breath that you take!
Don’t let any fool man,
Or someone else’s plan,
Ever threaten to break down
Magic you make!”
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