splinter in your fingertip
Dear god...I'm so fucking rusty, it's unbelievable...
~
surrounded, impounded, astounded
by this beauty, concise incisions
like words, decisive derisions
of ancient texts, ineffectual
sexual advances to a curvy
inversion of expression through
a depression (between my ribs)
inhibiting movement like limited
use of mouths and tongues, lungs
aching for oxygen, waking steadily
with the quaking of earth and thighs
and remembering times where we
kissed, artificially high off constricted,
restricted flow of thought to the brain
constraining the blood in my veins
from dripping freely into traffic lanes
between the yellow lines and white
powder on the glass and grass in that
pipe, just a sniper waiting to shoot
heroin into your
vain as you stare at your
pallid face, tear-stained, straining
against the skin for that final train-ride
anywhere but here
~
surrounded, impounded, astounded
by this beauty, concise incisions
like words, decisive derisions
of ancient texts, ineffectual
sexual advances to a curvy
inversion of expression through
a depression (between my ribs)
inhibiting movement like limited
use of mouths and tongues, lungs
aching for oxygen, waking steadily
with the quaking of earth and thighs
and remembering times where we
kissed, artificially high off constricted,
restricted flow of thought to the brain
constraining the blood in my veins
from dripping freely into traffic lanes
between the yellow lines and white
powder on the glass and grass in that
pipe, just a sniper waiting to shoot
heroin into your
vain as you stare at your
pallid face, tear-stained, straining
against the skin for that final train-ride
anywhere but here