What now
what now, feeling better than i should, doing less than i would do if i were to do all i could what now i have red wine dripping down my chin and i care less than if it would be running down your chin, your autumn neck into your shirt what now time passes and going up and down dim light alleys, looking for something, finding it and then cast it in dark corner for it is different than you remember what now you’re in a place, all the dark corners stacked with stuff that was different than you remembered it at the time, when you found it what now one morning you crawl to the corner and curl up, you’re just so different than you remember what now
what now i am lonely and disconnected and though i feel better than i should i hoped it would be different in a way that i would be talking less about me and more about you and what we are going to do when the first rush quiets down and we’re stuck in long distance town and we have no heart for leaving because the sunset is so bloody and magnificent but we hear the night train coming
what now a caravan of naked travelers passes through the street i see through my window but i don’t live on that street, i live down on selfish street where prostitutes do charity work and i can hear a voice coming from the west but it’s getting weaker and it’s salty so i close my mouth for not to taste it, close my eyes for not dry them
