When I’m feeling like sticking to myself

I can’t feel the weeks slip by

since the last time I went to see my mom

I try to talk to my kids at least once a week

But the days can fly when I’m living in my mind

On some nights I grab me beer and smokes

Sometimes when the city air is full of motion

I yearn to find someone to hang out with

I don’t have a whole lot to say

And I know I’m not that good of a listener

I’m just looking for someone to watch me drink

Someone to sit there and watch me think

I just need someone there until I  pass out

Someone to ignore while I figure things out

Some people are like anchors,

slowing the spinning of the world

just enough to take the edge off the motion sickness

as I attempt to regain control of the world war two

bomber with a window rolled down

flying through a fierce storm

not sure which way is down

gauges spinning madly

Big old green headphones trying to hear the flight tower,

but it’s a bunch of static over a low serious voice

Rain and giant clouds and flashes of lightning everywhere

Very beautiful and exciting!

A flight attendant in white with experienced footing offering me hot tea.

“Not now, thank you.”, I say with as much sweetness as I can muster.

What’s she doing there in the first place?

This isn’t Lufthansa, this is a military craft.

Just another distraction I put on myself. 

Let’s see how many more kittens I can juggle.

Of all those things that linger on

I can’t quite place my finger on

The thing that pulls me to where  people are

and then pushes me right out the door

Hey, they really do land on their feet

The secret to staying everyone’s friend

is never letting any of them get too close in the first place

You can watch me drink

but don’t ask me to play

how can I miss you if I don’t go away