late night debris

Where have you been?
it’s a deep slow panic
among the gods and monsters
covered in chrome
and dripping the life blood
of our dreams
into pools of heavenly disappointment
this love an experiment in staying alive
for more than the white washed promises
of society gone wrong

Somebody’s talking
slipping lies beneath my tongue
in post blue fatalism
our desires undisclosed
under the weight of disintegrating arteries
that whisper three can keep a secret
if two of them are dead

The spirits still walk
where you found me
unhinged from the wall
shackles dangling
like skin-ripping bracelets
my soul wandering like a ghost
along 2am sidewalks
slick with inhaled paint
and coagulating blood
bullet casings glowing in the grass
like fireflies lighting the way
to hell

And none of it ever mattered
as long as you were with me
beautiful thieves of exhaled smoke
and inhaled promises
magicians of our own demise

So tell me
where have you been…
while I’ve been waiting
for you to come home
shameful metaphors
pulsating beneath your skin
with all the things we’ve never found
the words to say  

© Indie Adams 2015