Safety is a lull, I cave in.
I told you about the time
I drove home with my eyes closed.
The sun told me where to go.
Gothic grape nail polish,
I feel the way I am
something, a ravenous eating,
an attack outward on everything
that is light.
They found me drowning,
gasping for air in skinny breath
I. . .
I . . .
The . . .
The . . .
Broken hearts,
The cracks blotted out–
Big brown sky
Break open, let me kiss you.
Mangled hands around my
barbed wire heart.
The veins have candied and the rest’s gone cold.
Lust drunk,
the city’s breathing under my feet.
Feel the god in it.
I’m sleeping in the soft outlines of your shadow,
I cringe and shake and stretch
O U T
God is amo &
dying is debating on me