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