lost

the post from dad's. jeeze i thought
blogger autosaved everything! it's that damn
satellite feed, iffy at best.

so anywaaaaay. it's ok. nothing much to say
down there. or up here. a bit of alienation
some advice to a star. i'm thirsty
and beat. i can't drive like i used to
just want to fall in bed and be done
with the day. but i stink and stank
want some crank for da yank. lol.
sometimes i spew just to spew i guess.

i haven't felt a poem since the last time
you broke my heart. there's something to be said
for detachment and shock, how breaking reverberates
across the floor and shatters other brittle matter.
nothing really gets to you. a pang with private
symbols. the first album after waters left the band
a soundtrack for how it needs to be. i remember
waving my arm egyptianly out the window
on the drive across the bay, the fall of sun
above massive clouds dwarfing the city/ a reticulated
incarnation, a pelican coast into pasts i'd rather
not relive but tried each time with you. empty seat
holds a perfect lover. an exchange inside palms, one
on the wheel, one absent, for the rest of ever.
how i have to let go of the hook, dive
for breath and light, a coldspring that quenches any goodbye.