Nerves blown up by thought
feet scribbling on the sidewalk
heaps at the roadside that drip
with a light they can't catch
parties cashed out that have
left my body breathless
hands slapping acoustic wood
and dancing
slowly to the scorned outskirts
looks melting in the fire
of our engine-hitched existences,
strutting past grotesque panes of glass
revelers and their nostrils
broken pretzels to tie my shoes
long docks I walked that are
fished and faded
friends I've freaked out and fled on
because the vertigo in my veins
or the vast scene unmanageable
I'm not tired of the clouds
the unset stone or the pushing air
only in the kitchen-lit night
I smoke alone on one elbow
and wonder
why the wide net can't catch.