Pale moonlit flame,
distant spark behind
transportation
fishing from
a can of (alleged)
wishes
flushed from the bush
to a shushing height
through an eye for storms
and a stomach for details,
I crept from
the white midnight
squawking self-indulgent
phrases of attrition
for scratching my itch
months of lines
cut to the dumb numb
dull in luxury
of starting…
necessity, now,
for ending:
It was the
sodium grist sizzling
months of lines
cut to the dumb numb
dull in luxury
of starting…
necessity, now,
for ending:
It was the
sodium grist sizzling
of my deep-fried bones…
it was this
it was this
glimmer of strike
from the blue and the night…
from the blue and the night…
it was that
killing floor razor
wet with regret
it was my brain
from the blade
like a distant spark behind
that shifty-eyed
that shifty-eyed
moonlit flame
on the pale sweat of shame
stump underneath
for my final wish
