the world is coming to an end
methamphetamine meteors
this physical need again
& then you grip me on the balcony
but you're not trying to save me, no
you break my back, neck,
deplete my spine &
curl my toes,
then, drop me a line
i meant to call earlier
i didn't remember
oh, 'cause i forgot
my little forget-me-not
shredded,
then, pulled apart
like metal, all twisted in a crash
it takes everything in me not to laugh
at these floating passports
misplaced boats, smuggling docks
labeled treasures, i suppose they sunk
inside, outside
in your trunk
what you've got in your trunk
all it is, is baggage baby,
& you've got a lot
of chastity belts & lubricants the same
dark, conflicted, slippery games
with plastic figures that march one by one
but passing go isn't fun
if you don't collect that tiny sum
of money, people kill each other for
that girl is a shameless whore
who fed you right
fucked you
tucked you in at night
if you can't see it
don't believe it
unless the boogeyman is true
BOO
you know i know you from my dreams
the kind that knock me on the floor
i wake up twitching with itching eyes
i've heard those screams
once or twice before
yes, i recognize
these bleeding buttons & piss wet seams
are two means for a bloody mess
they keep me together: intact & inside
the lines of my temporary chalk outline
at the very bottom of your building
i'm asking, can you hear me?
are you listening?
