Walking Home

Take a couple steps back

You’ll find me spinning in circles

Night wind whipping my muted lips

Head bent watching the earth swirl

Beneath the motion you can smell

My heart’s fluttering pace

And take this chance to taste

The dilated pupils and Jack and Coke

Hidden beneath pleats of filed hatred

Sharp, piercing my wrists ankles thighs

And then the vomit hits the bushes

 And I pretend I’m on a carousel

Look I can almost see the horses

John Legend’s magical mystery ride

Isn’t love, it’s stupid giggles

Bursting from numb tongues and

Interlocking legs

Wish it was as easy as wiping off

Flecks of tonight’s foray

And going home to shower off the sweat