Transgression
The sick feeling
Of knowing
You have gone
To far
Running into
Bed frames
Non existent card games
And
Alcohol
Spilling
Out words
That taught you
How to yearn
For something
That isn't even there
Broken pieces
Of deleted
Keys
Finger prints
That study
Every move
Tainted
Brain waves
Elaborate
Sun gaze
Stings
Stares
And melts
My heart
Again

When I look at you,
You turn away.
Away to dream of yesterday,
Before you knew,
Darling,
Before you knew...

I am a waste
A quitter
At everything
Except
The smokes
In my pocket
Stick a fork
In my socket
And restart
Me

Almond Roca in the winter
the trees smell like sun and
the floors are heated, maybe
the swell of ******* under a
red plaid robe, we both have
tear dimpled faces but cider
the cider smells good in this
house, in these mugs on the
table, this morning is like

syrup

Her hair is
molasses on
the table

and there it was, a statue
maintaining hatred
glowing with demands
forcing structure
atop a pyramid of
filth and gold
and mountain rock
gliding over the city with
outstretched hands, a superhero
corrupting the coast
reality transcended
against the sand and wind