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