today, i'd like to get sun-shine lazy fall down asphalt drunk and spin words like memories for spite. i'd like to stalk the dark lonely corners of the garage with a half-bottle of gin, a full packet of matches, and howl myself wild and animal. today, i'd like to hide from the reality of meaning and the consequence of inevitable things like gravity. and forgiveness. find the spot and start the spin to stop.

but, then again, i won't.