drunkdriving
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Jonathan wears red.
Jonathan was good.
He was smart and handsome.
Jonathan had bottle,
He called it a bottle of fun.
He drank it at night
He drank in the sun.
Jonathan wears red,
drive with me
five myth flea
take that key
bake in the drivers seat
temptation and pure refresher
cremation and peer pressure
party all night
sleep all day
It's the cocked eyebrow you give me--Quizzical
Hold that, its the cocked eyebrow and the quizzical look you give everyone
It drives me bonkers
It drives me head over heels
I said, “I only had one, just one beer.”They trusted me to drive them home that night.I said, “I’m fine; there is nothing to fear.”
Happiness
Anger
Love
Hate
Presence
Absence
Prompt
Late
Pride
Embarrassment
Confidence
Worry
Ignore
Obsess
Delay
Oh what would I possibly do
and who on earth would I be,
if for just one tiny moment
And some were expected to show,
But their love was unsure.
We crossed over the river,
And there was no tension;
It was a day in the life.
The absence was a dividing wall,
I am steaming tamales and stirring two cans of refried beans on the stove
with a metal spoon I probably shouldn’t be using,
this is a nonstick saucepan after all,
but you are in the hospital right now
A boy, innocent and afraid,
lost in the dark of his own room,
no one coming to his aid,
planning out his own doom.
You only write once before it becomes real
Darkness surrounds me.
Imprisoning.
Pulling.
Strangling.
My conscience just barely there.
The images still around me.
Floating.
Slumber, sleeping softly
Dreams of lazy summer days soon to come
A door bursts open and a robed woman shouts at me
IT’S YOUR BROTHER, GET UP
Panic
It’s 5 a.m.
I see your tears everyday and just want to hold you tight,I hear you when you cry in your pillow every single night,I watch you go to work and whisper I love you in your ear,
She gets to the party around nine, or ten
A familiar high school scene, getting high and drunk again
Inevitably one of her friends' parents are out of town again
We hear a ding
from the car,
Red ribbons
spray the cracked glass.
Like a sewing machine
on the fritz,
It unravels
quickly.
The car has flipped.
Five times tumbling down.
Alive!
Cold air blows
upon my pale face.
Where am I?
It's white
its lonely
What is this place?
I rise to find
im in a hospital bed.
Braces on my arms
cuts on my skin
You’re swaying and swerving
Lurching, and slurring,
And driving.
Down old country roads,
Through towns we don’t know,
And you’re swerving.
The radio’s blaring, and everyone sings.
