continuity

It’s the comfort of wasps in the wind chimes, it’s the comfort of children screaming in the street. It’s wedding bells and bacchanals and words you never heard. It’s the Diesel engine idling across the street, waiting for their plug. These longings that no longer pay out, these tenders that don’t tend towards you. Teenage romance and pop stars and celebrities you never heard of. You ride it til the wheels come off, you ride it into glue, there’s always more miles to go. Whether you’re game or gone, there’s always more road to run. 

Maybe it turns out you’re a goner, maybe losing is all that’s left. Maybe your day is done. There’s still someone waiting on the sun. There’s still someone yet to shine. It’s not enough to live on, it won’t keep the devil from the seat by your bed. The pain keeps coming and the fear only gets braver as the years boil away. The beatings won’t be belayed, and the worse doesn’t lose any sleep over your breaks and bruises. The time of the long lonely nights has found you. Alone is all you have left. But the odds will still find their favorites even as you bleed out in the street. Someone’s star still burns bright as the night crowds on in.

There’s not much left to it. A few words, remembered flowers, kisses lingering from some long dead dream. Comedies of manners and bitter dregs. Wish and want, shout and taunt, the bullets don’t bother with names. Dusk has come, and it’s getting darker. There’s nothing left to do but be buried by the night. It doesn’t matter what I meant, it doesn’t matter what my heart once held. There is life in all this dust, the show goes on as we know it must.