everything valuable and transient

hours stretch like highways. i draw dotted white lines down the centre. seperate comings from goings.

politics interlaced with ambitions. memory threaded with truth. the day has many corners to roll itself onto. slothful and resplendent as arthritic diamonds, each too lazy to hold the light.

for too long.

i race myself to honesty and back. lose my breath as we round the post. i stayed up all night drinking in the moon and catalouging everything transient and valuable.

i've been trying to wipe your taste from my lips for hours now, but it lingers like clouds across desert skies.