2 Worlds

High up on mountain tops
caught in the smoky haze of
vaporized narcotics
sent to you in a safety deposit box
given, bequeathed to you since birth.

In encyclopedias these words do not
exist, they live far underground,
under skin and blood and flesh.

And lips and hearts.

Laughter mixed with methanol
ethanol reaching those same
pumping arteries and fingertips.

Even when the rest of the world
lies forgotten like your shirt on my
floor, you still have that weight in
your mind, the one that reminds
that tells me kiss me.

A Frightening World

Mirror panes

in all directions

slashing pains

from recollections

needle veins

and sharp injections

drunken reins

and wrapped erections

long sleeved shame

bruised complexions

no one came

with real objections

forgotten names

secret protections

never games

with word corrections

Aspartame

and imperfections