Fingertrap
The desert air
Your legs in a lock
Sweat soaked and water lost
The Red rock stains on your shirt
You look around
to take it in
A quick breath of realization
You’re smaller than you’re willing to see
The feeling of
Security
Surrounded by fins and Abbey’s bounty
I have no desire to leave…
And even thoughÂ
my life seems like a wreck
It doesn’t get better than that.
Surrounded by
the faces you know
Summer skyline and charcoal smoke.
Brown Bottle banter fills the room.
A toast to the girls
that we hardly know.
Crushing cans and throwing our bones
Hoping for sevens to roll.
Wine in your veins
your eyes say her name
Your mind gets tangled up in her ways
You won’t mind it if she’d stay.
And even thoughÂ
my life seems like a wreck
It doesn’t get better than this.
