Genuine Draft

light and breath, my love, light and breath. make my mind in that pitch black place...make it make me love you and forget about her face...make it make me brave...make it make me not care...and make it make me share...something in the nicotine night and half hearted wailing of the band, trapped on that messy stage of plywood effort and broken-glass-passion...somewhere in that muddy maze of flesh and heat...raging eyes and raucous emotion...slippy sick lips on smoldering shoulders rolling away to the afterword air of hope, despair...with alcohol on my mind...alcohol and that neon world of white-stipe crosswalks, misunderstanding and possibility; of outside offers...of temptation...of something being lost in translation...so i enter into that blurry vision...being blind is fine by me...waiting for some company.