An aside note from some place i left in the dust

a reflection  
of a reflection  
of a reflection  
scattered trash on the genetic highway  
 
a man with clenched fists  
a mans face snarled in rage  
my face imposes as the next generation
 
shattered glass an inverted sky  
sparkles of sharp stars
I drop to my knees to pray  
screaming at the rending agony  
of violence  
of history's bloodied boot  
soaked in distilled amnesia  
to make the aged leather supple  
 
licking droplets of my own blood  
from the wicked curves of perditions razor  
one last taste before the  
reapers scythe  
 
the image of  
broken faces  
of blood running  
a heart beating bile  
fermented into an elixir of  
forget-me-now-future  
live in the expanse of a shape  
of moments
the past is a dirt pile of corpses  
shaped like seconds  
no bringing it back  
so it doesn't matter  
the future doesn't exist  
it doesn't matter  
 
feeling of teeth on my fist  
taste of a woman's rapture  
a night cap or seven  
by god that's the only thing worth  
anything that matters  
 
I stand in my pile of brown  
and clear glass
the necks of bottles  
protrude like middle fingers  
turned to a lovers caress  
 
I could stay
make a home
till I become
as broken  
 
my daughter cries
tasting stale air and me
for the first time
 
the reek of death on me  
like failure  
like betrayal  
like glass shards dripping blood  
on a battlefield of addictions cold  
rigid fingers
 
she doesn’t care  
all she needs I have.....  
 
I stand barefoot  
in this barren land  
step forward onto glass  
smile as it eats into my sole
begin the long trek home