we reached in, and nothing came out.

at best
we are like lions in our cages
at rest

we are living for the big deal
the cheap thrill
the endless fears and days blurred into one another.
cheap booze
and more coins to collect in our pockets

we rummage our minds
for something worthy

while I value your inability to be unresponsive
to my most burning questions and
You resent my ability to point out
your inability to be unresponsive.

yet, we burn
through the slick midnight streets
inebriated beyond ourselves
beyond imagination
turning corners
in every city
swooping down
like vultures

blood thirsty
for something bigger
and mightier
and explosive
and terrifying
and gorgeous
and brilliant
and just as lost
as

we are

and recall the moments
when we were almost close
to catching ourselves

but never just as quite.