words

they live outside the well,
indiscreet in their pilgrimage towards nothing,
fearless from a lack of understanding
the very things that can tear them apart.

they soak up the sun and ride the waves
while i hide in the shade, and smoke,
and dream, and write absurd observations
i wonder if they write about me.

we share many compromising moments
of moral dilapidation and infidelities
but the common ground ends there,
on the hill of some great truth
that only one of us will ascend,
or maybe neither of us,
but certainly not both.

we search for different titans
all in our respective heads,
never knowing that we’ll never find them
in this life or the other.

we’ll always be looking
but in different directions
and in the places where our gazes cross
we destroy one another in equal mistrust,
tossing modern stones from on high
like the titans we will never find.

-S.C. Martinez