Nowhere To Go But Down

There is no where to go but down

Your manager doesn’t change the radio station ever

you’re working doubles all this week to pay for a car you don’t like

that finds new ways of breaking in unfortunate situations

more often than not involving nice smelling girls in the passenger seat

and the DJ just announced the station is paying tribute to Styx all this week—

that stinking feeling—make friends with it

you’re going to be spending a lot of time together

Once you start rolling

momentum and gravity

will take care of the details

All your socks have holes and multiple tea-colored stains

and you didn’t know you were going to see her

and you didn’t know you’d end up going over to her friends house

and you didn’t know her friend had a strict no-shoes-inside policy

and she’s everything you ever wanted

and a few things you never thought to want but now do

and she was just slightly interested

but then you took your shoes off

There are ditches

on either side

form fitting

and looking for you

Five times a day you start to pray

but don’t ever get past ‘Dear Lord, please’

before a pair of eyes (the color isn’t important) barge in

your thoughts scatter

a vague-familiar-reliable-trustworthy

sense of impending doom

shakes the supplication from your lips

leaving you with a cringe

At the bottom

it’s not so bad

they have domestic beer

and cable

and its easy to forget

reasons to go anywhere.