
Peppermint leaves melting ice cubes with their vital scent.
I’m crushing your heart being nice while you’re smoking a Kent.
The window is calling my skeleton nightly, like it’s for rent.
“Take a step back, friend, and use one more day to make amends.”
The cold water is squeaking my name and I must yell back.
Listened to seven records today, ditched the blame and finished the track.
Still – I can’t sleep, the pain my brain vomits paints it all black
But I promised to stay. Demons entered my soul. What a heart attack…
Does everyone else feel this haunted just for breathing aloud?
Is it a split between those who I trust and us, stormy clouds?
I’d help every stranger I meet, if my mind said that it’s allowed.
My words can’t melt you away but they can circle and crowd
Until I’m up that hill, ditching your cigarette smell and my doubt.
I’ll get to the promised land first. I’ll get to the thought drought.
-JW