Ridiculous Landscapes

January's colors curdle fast Eclipsed by their own fading as the world changes to glass The Sunday morning method acting class In fallout shelter basements always bracing for the blast Fifteen years of lessons and debris Accumulated everywhere but meant nothing to me One more sour glow, another sickly winter sunset Just another voice explaining this is all you get to be I was trudging through some ridiculous landscapes Straining my reach for each slippery hand I had long ago used up all of my recklessness I just wanted someplace to land There's a poison that the past just can't contain I heard those two got married to each other That's so strange I hope it was just a perfect day I hope they got some money and I hope that they both changed I was still unstable and still on tour Still slightly drunk and sleeping fully clothed on someone's floor Two separate pale perspectives pitying each other probably But when I heard that, something sick inside of me was cured I heard a voice somewhere tell me to start running In any direction at full speed There was no sweetness, sadness, anger, regret or resentment Just blinding, utter, total relief