i type you long and
hang onto the body
we learn to speak in our minds
keyboards tapping
keys
wondering if this is a step
toward telepathy
i am in love with John Lee Hooker
listened to everything i could
drinking
bourbon
whiskey
and beer
i am really only here
floating along
fading in and out of sight
i am loathsome
and
scattering
steel guitar
scattered to the night