night creates a certain pressure
i hope you won't pick up
dealing forever with that old
scratch scratch on the back of the skull

receptors burnt blacker than the bottom of a spoon
Welcome scars that cannot be covered
i see your eyes
don't even try to avert
or hide the disgust
nose held so high like
you haven't found a way to **** yourself too
Tell me your secret
I can appreciate it

little ****
little poke
constant sting singing:
I am the rehabilitation
the lightbulb still flickers in the basement
when i'm not there

i love you jacob  
so you can't go back
You can't go down jersey ave.
or even take okechobee
You can't slip between the cracks anymore
You've become solid full of atmosphere
still weak but the sun

Clean Waste
the tops of the hands are
treasure maps in circles leading
to the same old footprints
i am free so I take deep breaths for the hell of it
each time i see the crease of your knee
Purity
each word that falls from your lips
salvation
i don't need anything because i am more alive than a thousand poems unwritten
i am 20 years old and the next pill i touch will **** me