Foraging Between Hachiōji and Knoxville is hopeless

Memories of you fist fought there way back
brass knuckles dealing blows
soft tissue craniums

through early burning forest fires
spilling trench intestines
buried on white clock faces
idle

throwing half smoked cigarettes
on drizzled black gunpowder lines
igniting
to packed brown powder kegs

Deflagration
Love expectorating
pain no one could hide from the honey jar

did you fall in love with my cognition minx?

wavering words
waking at twilight before you went to bed
we're both retractable razor blades
and all i have to show are building fibrous scars

not healing
licking wounds
wolves in the wilderness
the scratching alone is enough to drive a man insane

I crumpled two time out deli receipt papers
in grey double pleated slack pockets
as a coping mechanism

do your white socks wrap around ankles
as mine do?
pick a panties wedgie from creases
coveted

crawling up legs or running down
i'm the piss scared from nightmares

pulling comfy cotton covers over
stardust blue eyes
shielding overhead lights
leering
blinking genotypes

rain drops splatter on dirty windows
wet
running marathons
waiting for you to start your day