That’s the way love goes; splitting, chilling,
feeling frail, stale, failed, tattooed tears
trickling down my face as I stared at your
stained image in the picture frame, your
smoky eyes telling stories of scarred history,
tightened cheeks flushed with dead beats,
thick lips filled with dangerous designs,
unlovely dimensions diverging towards
nothingness.  And as I rubbed the surface
of the dusty glass, embracing the monstrous
music moving through my flesh, steel gray
adjectives burning in broken stages, jagged
diction surfacing your inglorious invention,
flawed fingers whitened and yellowed down
to disturbed images, drunken eyes painting
a vivid picture of volcanic mountains waiting
to explode at any given time, my horizon was
all blood-scrawled and dripping dizzy consonants
around the empty clouds.  The beginning was
a bitchless existence slitting my throat, taking me
into amber domains, raining pain upon
my exterior, splintering my knuckles,
******* the life within me as I tried
to catch my breath, the ****** causing
me to fall beneath the cracks of broken-down
shags, crawling helplessly on the wobbly
floor as I watched you pour filthy liquor
all over my soiled skin – my hair drowning
in the air, scratchy hands sinking,
the conclusion coming to a closing,
my sullied existence floating in the vast oceans.