No matter how full or empty
I hope it does not leave
It pushes me on dragonfly wings
The thin ice of my sanity
Presents me with an obscene smile
Or tears that never fall
The rich filth of mud that holds me still
Waxed rails of a sled that blurs detail
That which I desire never feels the kiss
Of my buzzing fingertips
The longing is my engine
It is my destination
My brakes, my fuel, my airbag
In every accident
The object sheds importance
The action burns in me
The writing a breath of Santa Ana
Insurance held aloft
For the one thing that never abandoned me
Was the ache within the ache
How a stolen phrase makes it clear again