he

drinks

his

mornings

afternoons

nights

in

ounces

surpassing

mind

in

ways

that

ferment

rituals

of

time

thinking

nothing

of

what

he

speaks

his

life

passes

him

in

fast

weeks

the

days

seem

to

remain

with

no

name

or

number

as

the

complexities

descend

from

meaning

as

if

they

were

thunder

where

have

you

been

my

lonesome

friend?

they

would

ask

him

that

but

time

after

time

after

time

they

only

fold

into

the

bend

well

I

I

wish

I

could

say

I

knew

him

of

other

sorts

sorts

and

places

when

and

where

maybe

my

words

could

would

devise

contorts

just

like

they

used

to

just

like

they

always

have

I

am

not

so

sure

on

giving

up

just

yet

you

see

my

words

are

ways

of

things

of

places

of

people

of

love

he

has

got

something

or

at

least

he

had

something

before

am

I

too

late?

did

tomorrow

come

before

I

thought

of

today?

someone

once

told

me

that

either

way

I

cannot

care

but

that

same

someone

taught

me

how

to

use

harmful

weaponry

the

geographical

and

the

mental

and

the

sometimes

separate

desires

word

of

advice

know

someone

for

who

they

are

before

making

a

twelve

month

contract

to

live

with

them

yes

happy

I

want

to

take

a

bus

or

train

or

plane

to

see

you

to

kiss

you

to

feel

you

but

the law

has

me

stuck

here

where

I

am

and

so

my

imagination

poses

how

and

when

our

next

encounter

will

be

sleep

tight

because

I

want

to

see

you

wide

awake

what

is it

that

I

want

from

all

of

this?

this

school?

this

city?

these

people?

I

am

not

quite

sure

but

I

suppose

the

comfort

of

something

I am

familiar

with

has

an

influential

allure

but

so

does

the

unknown

attempt

three?

maybe

I

am

not

even

far

enough

in

attempts

for

part

three

though

going

with

a

flow

of

my

decisions

that

don't

even

really

make

sense

to

me

am

I

happy

with

it?

maybe.

being

a

college

student

in

the

21st

century

apparently

means

paying

thousands

of

dollars

for

an

alcohol

problem

and

unnecessary

affairs

of

ideas

of

relationships

and

what

they

"should"

be

don't

get

me

wrong

though

I

am

happy

for

the

ones

who

make

it

out

alive

even

though

I

don't

even

think

college

is

...

well

we

will

save

that

for

later

as

well

I

would

say

what

I

felt

but

whenever

I

am

not

around

you

it

feels

better

than

when

I

actually

am

with

you

when

I

actually

am

with

you

I

understand

the

problems

of

the

people

of

the

past

I

get

it

I

get

it

remember

the

games

that

were

are

and

always

will

be

mine

remember

that

the

only

reasons

were

impenetrability

of

barriers

that

not

even

you

can

destroy

reasons

of

preferred

enjoyed

tested

movements

reasons

of

precautions

made

and

not

made

reasons

of

the

never

ending

reasons

of

man

made

rivers

that

flow

north

don't

confuse

I

for

the

things

I

am

not

which

are

the

things

that

most

see

of

I

you

will

know

it

you

will

see

it

you

will

taste

it

you

will

crave

it

you

will

yearn

burn

turn

learn

it

but

never

earn

it

not

even

when

it

is

too

late

already

picking

up

where

I

left

off

and

hitting

the

fucking

ground

sprinting

faster than I ever was before