I run all night
losing my mind
on roads never been down before
hiding
letting the blood roll over my forehead.
licking my lips
and the vomit
pure and black with self loathing
or
how it felt to shed your skin
and unravel centerfolds
in the burning hours of an afternoon
holding onto seconds we call revelation
we were just kids.
The wood rot
from your wormwood figure
selects the fractals of water
to swell and purge the sap
from aching joints decompressing.
letting the toxic vents
in my epidermis pour out
spent stress
semen and old curses.
a cracked window
exposing the air to a wind of relief.
a smog
and the dense copper
from a deserted mine shaft
for a mouth.
You turn the radio way down low
so it feels like you have friends in another room
and its not so lonely.
when the telephone
never rings.
I used to have a ring
i wore to promise
id never do the things
i still do.
Just to get through the end of the night
i wake up with a shallow line
of pale skin
in a perfect world
this would be a sign of cancer
not a self delusion.
I spent my whole life trying to give meaning to my days.
through scars and turbulence
legends and out right lies
rested eyes and red eye fights.
i cant say im perfect
but im probably better than this.
and i wouldnt live any other way.
Relax dont keep your eyes open...
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