thirst

try as i might,
i search for one more layer to dream,
to eat,
to smoke,
to walk,
try as i might i find just the dregs,
the echoes,
the bending and wires left from
less innocent evenings than i have ever had,
and assuredly most spelling days,
tranced,
encumbered,
and drifted as we were towards the water with a
sickness in mind. 
thirst could be the most inadequate
word there ever was,
and for it the most perfect. 
she rolls off the tongue with a langouring,
lingoring,
residual,
wanting step,
and by whatever was left
out when they wrote her down for the first time,
by luck
or by gods hand set it perfectly. 
thirst,
for a wick of sleep,
a wisp of warm company,
or a monster truck,
so i could plow through any mother fuckers that get
in my way as i wallow homward...

need a ride???