drowning my SELF is a game I play

every morning is a negotiation

if you can figure out why i lose, let me know

i can't tell the difference between
the moon and the sun it echoes

wasted time is a mind fuck invented by ex-
guidance counselors who founded sport drink companies

i can leave now. always could, i guess
but where the fuck am i gonna go anyway?

and who is riding shotgun?

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i thought i saw you tonight
through the soft haze of a saxophone
with the wrinkle in your nose from the
smile that always heals me

i thought i heard you tonight
over the conversation of a million glasses
with their full and empty lives to
talk about and digest

i thought i smelled you tonight
between the promises of jasmine
with its jolting sexuality to
inspire 3 pm saturdays

i thought i tasted you tonight
under the steely reserve of my tongue
with memories of an imaginary past to
protect me from the truth

i thought i touched you tonight
behind the stars that guide us
without realizing that the
mirror tells it like it is

i thought i touched you tonight
but you touched me