I don’t, in all honesty,
Want you to know …
But it took all of my wind
‘n’ most of my reserves
To get this wonderful-high.
Though I don’t want to confess –
I think you should know that
I’m not sure how long I can stay
On top, calm, collected
Up here where everything
Edges ecstasy’s borders.
There are dark greys,
Overlapping distant lights
Between the there
That was us setting out
And the here that is now.
Experience, like ambition, can sting
Like a silver hornet
If you let it; euthanase all emotion;
Yet I am here again,
For the first time,
Knocking knuckles on the
High-pressure door.
Don’t make me beg …
drivers and passengers
~
clenching
teeth
eyes
fists
~
slowly counting
down
years
in reverse