8 / 30 : sail on.

this is an awkward poem to write.

but i have a 4.0 in awkward so...

AND I BARELY MADE THE 12 MIDNIGHT DEADLINE

so it is as loose as superhead's walls. cut me some slack.

but not too much. ha.

sail on

i'm convinced that the sins you

commit at 3 am on a saturday night

in a city you can't claim as your own

are washed clean by the sun's rays

8 am on the day the Lord made

sort of.

but i can't shake the scent of you

stroking me under 

psychedelic strobe lights  and

i can't get the taste of your toxic

tendencies from off of my tongue 

and 

i can't fold away in a keepsakes box

the way i felt when you 

furiously unwrapped me like

it was christmas day 

even if i wanted to

and i don't really want to 

so many moments in my life

merely float out to the sea of 

lost memories 

when i woke up the next day

i thought i wrapped up that night

tight with a scarlet ribbon and 

sent it into the current 

never to be heard from again but 

the memories of that night 

just 

won't

quit they are anchored

to the dock of my mind 

and it doesn't help

when you call me up crooning

hello sweetheart

with

sexuality and sensibility

waxing and waning in your 

accented undertones i

find it impossible to hang up

the phone

i find it impossible to remember

my name

we remember to forget

and we are failing and flailing

drowning in a sea of sensuality

it can't happen again

but i can't escape your scent

your taste the way you 

felt pressed flat

against me these

memories i set out to sea

seem to wind up on the shores

of my mind because when

you hit me up i can't help

but submit 

and it's saturday day night

all over again 

one more time

sail on

honey

good times never

felt so good