words

it’s a special kind of drunk
when a reunion takes place,
something words fail to properly express
but alcohol deciphers perfectly,
some odd re-arrangement of matter
in to a more understandable manner.

it’s an even greater parable
when the reunion takes place
between a drunk and a drink,
something words fail to properly address
but the id deciphers perfectly
in to a more reasonable manifest.

echoes strangle the night
and there is something strong
hiding in the thick ropes of it
as we engage in spark and fire
and smoke and burn like ancients
concerned only with the present.

there is something inherently powerful
in the strength of this history,
fact inseparable from memory
and this encyclopedia of strung on moments
is perfectly administered
over the course of these years, this life.

-S.C. Martinez