Jim Yoshii Pile-up A Deep Deep Lake
Cold hands and always the last to know.
Long drives and shadows that follow you home.
Too late to find a light on, the tv’s glow.
Dark hallways and a place that you shouldn’t go, and so,
you go.
Alcohol, alcohol.
Take your seats.
Hold your breath until the morning.
Bar the door.
It’s happening now.
I sleep on the floor, seeping into the floorboards, up
the walls, & into the ceiling.
I’m watching the house from every angle now.
I’m watching you sleep so tenderly.
A broken skylight, a kicked-in door, all signs that you
were here.
A blackened eye.
You’re a big man.
You’re a big man.
You’re such a big man.
Thirty odd years and all I can do is grind my teeth at
the memory of you.
A long long drive, longer than before.
Hallelujah, you never looked back.
I never look back.
