Time matters of the mad

It was first the taste of tangerine

then cinnamon upon my tongue

the burn of nicotine and tequila

dog breath and bare feet

concrete heat

laughter between a page

thick splinters on a broken finger

Awake in a hand me down sweater

Playing Russian roulette

with black helicopters

iron strings that sting the tongue

whips and hot kisses

petty pricks an inch away

Nowhere is fast as nothing

Riddles reveal solitude

As a synapse fires and

slowly collapses on

pistol nightstands

made of splintered wood

Sunday and you set fire to time

dance on your grave at sunrise

no motion between emotion

forge a stone photo

fuck memory

Naked only to

recapture your heartbeat

phones ring in

empty rooms

with no answers

I️ follow fire trucks

with bare feet just

to catch a glimpse

of your death

Now a fraud in all future events

Hatred blasts

audible

sound waves

reverberations

nauseating

if lucky

we were

once a hero

to one another

That ring of keys

hang on an empty lock

Indifference

luxury

sharp fangs

that feel

helpless

venom

all the way

to the bank

Give freely

responsible gypsy

this planet now an

earthquake playground

fueled by fire and night

strong mind

body tight

drink

Look for you

until my eyes

turn black

walk with your

blood stained shirt

Touch the stains

while the world sleeps

You

underground

better in dreams

enough to wander

close enough to point

to this strange

map of time

Land lost

Feet slip on desert sand

start again

coffee and no nicotine

Record skips

Rewinds

Replays

Erases

Reality

untethered

fickle friends

grip cold sheets

flat alleys curl

against my soft body

a fly falls into a cold

cup of water

force a smile

Ruined and needed

dry lips and skin

sleep quick

mummified

good chance

that I am dead

In this world

no other me

Beneath

This truth

force a solid grin

as the world crumbles

from beneath my feet

stand with weak knees

Delusional contortionist

Painting walls neon white

Running over speed bumps

Hoping over scotch

remember

who we were

before we were

Gravity sweet friend

Hold me down

As I sleep

Never staying

Never straying

Never asking

simplicity

completely

complicated

Your laughter still

soft in my belly

and all that matters

is matter and time

and not even that

is enough to appease

the truth that you are dead.