carving thoughts into the pavement (with Indie Adams)

A breath
Beating
Pulsing
You grew up like whiskey stained on the dashboard
Wait
Wait
Lick the palms of both your hands translucent in this moment and let me walk till the chaffing drifts away like green drums
Beat
Beating
Tappity tap tap fucking slowly
Let's paint like children
Morning dew and rain ten something towns away
Lunar houndings reinforced in the furling magazine
Let's waste some time before the walls start bending to theatrical musings
Serendipity
Solidarity
Surgery
Sugar free raspberry dreams
Pretty flowers in October and street light hums on backwards strings
Vibrato in leather heartbeats
Pulsing
Breathing
A breath
Tell them there's an entire solar system in my eyes

Because there’s a black hole in my heart we don’t want them to see
Exhaling dust
Absorbing spirit
Breathing
Pulsing
Beating
The side walk is alive with its own universe
Cigarettes and whiskey vomit
Three week old spit
And the taste of love slipping out of someone’s mouth
My mouth blooming poetry and lies
Licking the pavement for inspiration
Turning the traffic lights to sound
And the car smoke into colours
It screams
And is silent
It aches and cums and unfurls itself
And does it all again
Just for the pleasure of your breath
On my sleeplessness bruised cheek
Breathing
Beating
Pulsing

Stop
Wait
Hurry
Hurry and find me
Ominous clicks and trees and someone elses blood on my boots
Hello?
I've been grounded to the same pavement next to the same person I've met a hundred times over in a new city I can't remember the name of
Turn the lights off
Close your eyes and sway into a new world
Change
Transform
Imitate a dark fantasy
Are you listening?
A deep staccato wheeze and claustrophobic smoke tracing yesterdays wounds in a peppered sky
Yellowed photographs
rippling
leaking
dripping under neon lights
Faces I don't care to see
Lets break a star and pour candle wax in its place
Illumination
Transimulation
Alteration
Creation of an almost artist
I'm a goddess of longing
Four am shadows on the coner of sixth street and an owl in my peripheral
Electric pupils and red glitter in the air
Wingless escape
Pulsing
Beating
A breath
Tell them I predict dilapitation on the horizon

It pulses
And trembles
Like the decrepit bones of a buried corpse
Rattling with the insects that spawn though its fermenting putrescence
We’re crumbling
Falling apart
Losing our sparks in the cracks in the pavement
Breathe
Whisper
Choke
Scream
Scream until your lungs burn fire And you birth a phoenix that dies
We’re mirror images of nothing
Illuminated
Desecrated
Fabricated  
There is nothing in my lungs
But the smoke of you
Like tar
Sticky and black and abysmal
I want to lick your face and savour this moment
Nothing hurts as bad as you hurt
I am displaced
I am alive
I am broken
I want to die
Do you want to die?
I want you to die
I want you to die with me
So we can be reborn in new fire
And shatter all the worlds we know
In whiskey and brimstone
And be the new rulers
Of this spit pavement apocalypse