got to burn bridges to cross em: my echo?
my hands crack the Darkness out the slippy
corner of your throat, toss it calm across
these strange grounds. almost in melodic burst,
send Locusts rising for miles out Cement.
white Mustang, pacing sunheaven Tiaras.
I forget what I’m supposed to do. kiss your
Drunken Sores away or just thaw your Breath.
have me over. take me out to your place in Hills.
shut me up with breaded roses, kindled dew.
and then the knee-deep of you huddled in late
topiary, astringent hours. your linger. your careful,
sprayed over the bannister. on the carpet, I count
gnawed blotches of skin: 27, wow. 27 already?
but I don’t count them. I don't wait for dreams.
no, I walk into the bathroom. stare at Psyllium Husk
and Malbec Stains. who left our abyss in the cold
too long. so long. can you guess me soon: a puking dew,
metallic gin flailed against temple. just shallow
enough, leave brainglister through a pretty arc.
can you see me chugging horizon, flirtspent but
smiles pushed forth? I wouldn’t want noone there
in the lichengray shadow. how heavy distance
aches scored to eyelids, panorama floating over
dried-up vision. know me: scuds chalky with pulse.
I’m sure this is just a phase. I fall towards
perfume, I try to rub out the stench of kindness.
oh sweetheart, I can tell we’re going to be friends
for a very, very long time. obdurate blood,
or is it obdurate asphalt? distinctions. won’t
change much, the crunch is the only thing
you really notice. aw: you in the black drool. one
day, when I’m phaseless, I’ll bend you an oscar.
