amongst gods and men (12/22/20)
“we could be gigantic: / everything i need, /
vicodin on sunday nights. / we could be worth the risk, /
worth the guarantee-- / we could be the drug that never bites, /
just give me a try.” -- the wombats’ give me a try.
monday morning says / another nine-to-five, another / shot at the daily life. / the american metamorphosis into something like a permanent stop / at the chrysalis. / your dad leaves you five missed calls everyday, and you’re getting / awful tired of ignoring them to the same old / songs on the radio, the same old heartbreak-and-mundane lullabies. / but we could be more than this. / we could be huge, / we could dare to be / butterflies. we could drive away in some grand escape and / dare to be gods. dare to love and love and love and hold it like something / new, finally, in our arms. / get a flat in london and play songs at the train stations every weekend. order takeout / and not care about eating dinner with only the two of us. / we could be worth so much, and it’s all a matter of / could, we could. / would you let us? would you let us dare? / we could be huge. we could.