if every ghost of words i tore in half haunted half as bright as a single dot on your light bright
i'd be giving time square a run for its overpriced roasted nuts and candy bars that fell off the back of a truck
and if every time i dipped into my brain for a distraction and came out with nets full of your name
repetitive as the chord progressions in my favorite songs about being angsty and trapped in jersey
i could scatter it like chum on placid waters and wait for the grandfather of all predators to learn a few lessons from you
sometimes i think you're searching for the moon and i was just an imploding star burning dim
and i can't help but dredge my esophagus with poisons from boys who don't look like you since
i'd sooner explore the ends of sanity and edges of our folding universes than admit that you don't think this was real
i am pulsing with need for acceleration with a big stretch of stalactites beckoning like pussy-willows
but all i can do is Stop.