crickets

there’s nothing like fire and stars when you’re drunk

i sleep

to crickets and coyotes and rain

this half a heart becomes a whole

whether or not you know it

out here i am never alone

spent most of my life

in places like these

and i’m always looking for more

recount the gossamer threads

because i love those words

and the nonsense means nothing

but i love nothing

it feels like home

there’s nothing like fire and stars when you’re sober

it’s not the alcohol that makes the scene

it’s the scene that makes the alcohol

obsolete

i sleep

to crickets and coyotes and rain

i drink

to crickets and coyotes and rain

i breathe

to crickets and coyotes and rain

i believe

in those gossamer threads

fire and stars

alcoholic words

i love nothing

it feels like home