It's bad metaphor Monday
and the fluorescent lights
are still pulsing.

My hair is tangled and matted
and I ran out of cigarettes
       hours ago.

Deep pools of purple
are welling under my eyes
and a knot in my stomach
is chewing on my insides.

There's an acid slug
slinking around my head
and liquid candy drops
are trickling down my spine.

I picked off all my fake fingernails
because there was an itch underneath them,
and there's a clammy moisture
gathering at the bottom of my brainstem.

I haven't slept in days
and I'm still lost in last­ night,
because the sun don't shine
in a drug-cluttered mind

I remember tottering
in too-high heels,
and rolling through
the Hollywood Hills.

I remember the tide,
pummeling the pier,
as your saline lips
pressed against my cheek.

I remember coffee
and candy apples
and cole slaw
and swisher sweets.

I remember
mellow-minded sugar drops
and static-energy power pills.

I remember your smell
on my skin
and your tingle
on my tongue.

I don't wanna do this
sleepwalk dance anymore.

I want to sit
in the gutters with you,
and sing.

I want you to kiss me clean.

Because I love the way
you love me.

I think you might have
tripped on my kiss
and fallen into love
Because
Your eyes get real quiet
when you look at me.

You know I can't even
remember love's name.

But I'll let your smokey lips
travel down my stomach anyway
Because
your exactly what I need.

I was wasting away
in sugar stuck days
until I found my
infatuated Knight.

You crept up behind me
and grabbed my hips tight
and asked me what I wanted to be.

A little piece of you
must be stuck inside my veins,
Because
I don't wanna be anything but
here.

I have your rosary beads
in my mouth.
But only God can judge me
as I lie underneath him.

Your worn-out hands
trickle down my thighs
to trace the bruises
you left there.

Your whispering something
in my ear.
But I'm not paying attention.

I'm too caught up
watching a bead of sweat
dance down your
jaw line.

Your not paying attention either.
You just wanna be
all tangled up in me.

And all I can think about
are the little pieces of your heart,
stuck up under my fingernails.

Your standing there
in tattered Lucky jeans
with sweat-drenched hair.

You have my scratches
dancing down your chest
under sacrilegious rosary beads.

Our eyes are waltzing
as you set your cigarette,
and my want, on fire.

Because you know
our infatuation comes
from smoke and lust
Compounding.

Your too damd hot to touch.

So come slow your heart rate down with me,
and let the cold water give you chills.

I can still see his hand
resting heavy on my right arm
and every night I hear him
begging me to stop the harm
to my own sacred body
warnings ringing like a smoke alarm.

But inside my mind is rocking
and my body's shaking free my soul
I can see myself sleepwalking
like my mind is set on cruise control
and once again I hear him talking
guiding me through this black hole.

I know he's here protecting me
I see his shadow in the dark
I can feel his love caressing me
and helping me embark
on this life-long journey
tryna' find the angel's arc
and I get a little closer
after every blunt I spark.

So before I roll another game
I'll step back from the brink
and I'll open up my mind
so I can hear him think
'*** if I listen carefully
I'll find the missing link
I'll write the answers on this leaf
before I burn away the ink...