years ago
on a tuesday night
i joined forces with misfits
made our way to the watering hole
engulfed life and music.
today
on a monday night
i stand in front of an audience
the cats ignore my actions
as i recount adventures.
liquid paint jumps out the bottle
flows through the dig system
bass rumbles
the mirror awaits my return
but the book has my attention
she misses my ink
years passed without a meaningful word
i kept her in the dark
untouched
now the light shines
and i play with her lines
feeling each scribble on naked skin.
one note leads to another
and we jump from thought to thought
the wall comes up fast
i brake before impact
drink and restart the process.
