Day: Apr 16, 2021

Muted spring mist wraps around my ankles like poisonous snakes.

I’m bathing in vivid daydreams

But it hisses me wide awake.

I trip on my faint honesty, landing straight on the jagged edges

Of all that I couldn’t leave behind

In hotel rooms and on filthy ledges.

My temper drags me down to the bottom but who can blame it?

If you stain the first November snow,

You might as well paint it.

And you might as well drop the acts you’ve been lugging around.

Get rid of the sentiment,

Leave it at the lost and found.

So I stumble towards the sunlight, getting lighter, floating with my sins.

Some keep pointing out the exits,

No, I can’t take the hints.

I know it’s a race against the clock and I’m here running on empty.

But the snakes can only bite if I whisper:

“Please, help me.”

Therefore I seal my lips and move along stealthy.

-JW