you hate me
though you wait up,
lately,
you wake up
“what’s up…?” you say
“besides that thing
jabbing my side”
and we’re laughing
simultaneously unraveling,
heinously scrabbling,
dragging along the gravel
with scabs on our palms
and this one in
a million of songs
plays in the morning
where the snare drums
are thrumming,
forming my mourning,
becoming
nothing more than
an ornament adorning
the sound track for running away
and never coming
back
like a being of light
led astray
Into the black
of night’s
charcoal throne
cities of grey graphite bones
and scattered teeth of pebbles
sown into the unsettled flesh
chiseled from shattered stones of breath’s
leveled monotones
fogging windows
of homes
that death owns
full of cleft heartbeats
and minds left
behind abreast of nothing known

cease,
please
release me ’fore I snap
like twigs in the rocky cracks of creeks
let me leak into the crease
of time and space

would you then
incisor sink your smile
into a lime slice
and love me again?