By Christopher Lake
Date: 9 March 2001

and so on this night

and so on this night
the first night
of the true
spring downpours
here on the gulf
I held your hand
and kissed you
and left you there
to drive back home
and watch the lightning
over port arthur
and sleep alone
for the first time
in a year
with the rain
and the cure
on the stereo

misti
my misti
i love you
even though
i've contradicted this
and fully deserve
what has happened

i love you
even though
those three words
should probably never
be said again
by anyone

(music
is
a narcotic
and with
exhaustion
works a blessed synergy
like alcohol
and
pills
leading to the place
of warm darkness
blessed
oblivion)
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