The Windows Fog

the rain stops slowly but not completely.

the car won't start, again.

30 mins. i just have to wait.

the joint in the ashtray crackles reminding me its there.

the salted air slides in the cracked windows.

i feel the walrus whispering something to me.

never able to see him.

always able to smell and feel him.

he feels like love and trust.

15mins have gone by.

just a few more.

better not even chance it.

the rain has stopped. so has my phone.

don't wanna jinx the battery. better just wait.

wait.wait.wait.

wait.

my life is waiting.

25minues. 

might as well finish this joint.

the sea and salt flood my lungs as i inhale.

thats when i feel him.

his hands wrapped around my waist.

i fall into his songs and words.

the walrus. he sings to me.

"start the car, allison. its time."

its not time yet. 

i take another hit and examine my eyes.

darkened like ive never slept, nor ever been able to fix it.

lashes for days matching the fizzed layers of brown hair.

sunflowers shine back as my own eyes and i hear him,

"start the car,"

it starts at 27 mins in.

"be safe".

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I kind of like this, of course hitting a J will make you see the walrus, right? I wasn't sure about the part where he put his arms around her...'is the walrus actually a walrus or a person? A walrus like from Through the Looking Glass (the walrus and the carpenter?) or like the Beatles? A lot of high questions. Must have been fun to get inspired to write this poem