Oceans

I was drunk. I’ll admit it. I was perhaps,

More than just drunk, I state this reluctantly

My mind was drifting as I stared through the window

at the angular horizon of Weed street

loud club music thumping loudly in the background.

 

A stranger came up to me – she was Indian as far as I could tell,

(cute, not pretty, in case you were wondering)

I did not notice her presence until she spoke.

She said:

“You know you’re never going to find what you’re looking for

by staring out that window.

There’s nothing out there.”

I wanted to tell her how wrong she was, that answers

Simply lay draped across the snow laden silhouette

of the city

I wanted to tell her everything

That I was searching for quiet small things that you can hear

In the whisper of waves slapping against long shorelines

like restless oceans in places

I have never been

 

Time moved. I realized that I was just being ridiculous.

So I told her the truth.

I said:

“I’m actually just waiting for my friend to get out of the bathroom.”

She was long gone. I felt stupid. My friend came stumbling

out of the can

drunk off his ass, and not nearly as

fucked up as me.

 

It’s funny, the things you’ll think of

After downing a few rounds of Jack Daniels

Coupled with a pill that some random guy hands you

When you’re out at the club

Dancing the night away

With friends.