Extricating Actualism

I thought that maybe
I would be able to say

something tonight

while we brandish
thin, callousness
 

Remarking on
keen intuition and
biting stares

Hollow eyes could never know
the flavor of a whiskey
burnt smile

Slurred over by

aching, wistfulness

We weren't hungover
only frightened of what
 

might come next

Tomorrow might hold
a new dawn
That terrified
screeching
of a thousand
Highs
borrowed goodbyes

Who can ever know
how this path might
bend

I tried to
wish on rainbows

hoping that sunshine
might
illuminate the darkness

But when we stood around
a circle
full of fools and
incarceration

We prayed, hands folded
eyes peering out
into the bleak,
The unknown

I think we're all uncertain
plaster faces,
sun damaged skin and
clenched fists.We're falling

twisting our flesh with
rotten
dew drops
borne of the weakest, the
most incomprehensible

I'll take your slender
fingers
like racing unencumbered
thoughts
flying against the wind

Dance beneath the
sky tonight
with scattered stars
and a frowning moon

I'll take those mescaline
highs 

Fluttering mind fucks

If you smile
 

one
more
 

time.