Deeper

Thrashed through
the black rip tide.
Water filled lungs
have half gargled
responses buried deep
in my crystal psyche.

Golden gate
closed pride.
razor teeth
slide over the bars
looking for entry
looking for anything.
to stab deep,
the afflicted hope.

I've turned invisible
to the surrounding city.
Buried in the dirt
with arms wrapped across
the lost treasure of a forgotten
empire.

The sun never makes it
this deep.
The smoke fills,
The hand clutches
and closes.
Filled with timer sand
from ill spent nights
holding your head
or fucking the dead.

a promise is argumentative
Backbone evolution
digressed with the invention
of the high heel stiletto
through eyes wide open

i can see the light.