Wasted

In free verse…

Beyond the hemorrhage of sunset skies, star-lit lies, gravitational tugs o’ war, ocean floors, lay unexplored. Nicotine cravings, mean girl sensations, smoke on these waters, bringing otters to the slaughter. Had to tell my son but not my daughter.

Can’t figure this out, shades of doubt, hypothetical hypotenuse, cooked Thanksgiving goose, drunk and on the loose. I hate to pout but time to crack the window and let the bad air out.

Huey Lewis and the News, now there’s a band, so very grand, they’d fill all the stands, all the stands over there in Pakistan. Wait — really, in Pakistan? Sorry man, guess I got a bit caught up, thought I could embellish my way through. I think I watched too many of those Western movies growing up, you know shit like the Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

Hey man, I’m not judging, begrudgingly, did I mention that I’m a master of fudging — you know Sweets? How fucking cool is that? My specialty is brownies, please don’t frown upon me. I’ll give you the low-down Mister, seriously good stuff here. Diamonds in this rough, backyard garden buds, yeah I got the stuff, you should really taste it, I got the stuff Mister, I guarantee it, got the stuff right here to get you wasted.

These words kind of just hit me this weekend after a get together with some very old friends after some very unfortunate circumstances. Cheers to dealing with whatever you got going on in your lives, and really sometimes just getting by is just enough to get you through. Trust in yourself and never give up.

Jeff Langley 2020

Thank you to the team at Illumination for giving these words residence.