A Slow Drive through YosemiteMore Like This
Why people mix stimulants with depressants
I don't know, but it's appealing
when you pull out your flask
and top off your coffee.
You always said milk was a poor substitute
when you could pour 90 proof
and start your day off
on a foot you forgot you had.
You'd never set foot in a coffeehouse though.
No, those feet were preserved for sticking out windows
while your knees made an easel
on which you'd rest some admixture of hand and canvass.
"Drink and drive," you'd say, "It's okay"
because it made you see the Fall trees
like a cluster of red and purple paintbrushes
pushing up out of a cupped valley.
And you knew I always wanted to paint
like you, or the likeness of you,
but I couldn't bear to be you, and
I could never hold down a mixed drink,
much less paint trees with tips like paintbrushes
while sipping in the passenger seat.
FallenShe was a Paradise.More Like This
I lived in her, surrounded.
Skin smooth to my fingers;
her hills and valleys.
But I ate from the Tree
of Complacency and Sloth.