davey kick a hole in the sky

i'd kick a hole in the guts
of anyone
raising a cross word or
raining down spit
on her
instead i'll pick
this tiny scab
spread the blood
like warpaint
fold because
i was never
fucking dealt it

involuntary taste

there is nothing you can do that
i won't assign some super-
natural significance to

walking in right now could
only serve me mixed signals
like faces in the grain of wood

i hallucinate some piece of fate
my color drains and my pulse
climbs to an unhealthy rate

so keep a distance that's safe,
a piece brimming over with kief
relief for/from my waif