The yellow tonic

Open the air of roads and let me fling a broken soul outta me and inta something…
…something good like a yeller tonic
or a horses’ shadow
this restlessness is a heartbreak
this heartbreak a heathaze on asphalt
and all ican think of is running away and never coming back
I just want to drink rain from potholes;
Pee on streetsigns;
And languish over whether or not me and Charlene drew a little heavy from the syringe on that picnic table at the rest stop just outsida Nashville.
Actually, I just wanna lose everything, even my mind
And get back to normal
[[[ stops in mide sentence…..zippo & smoke…….drinks the road – a black & tan, yellow lines down my throat ]]]

 

finch (del). (written some-a-time after Helen dumped my ass)

© 2007 Delwood Finch