Memories

It's all snow and

my head is under the covers blasting blasting blasting music that overtakes and my blood flow pounds over the pie over the vomit please please just vomit

I get scrapes from bark

and walk in the night and walk in the night and walk and walk and walk and walk and walk

and bike until my nose is granite cold and my fingers are pavement cold

and my body is hot enough to burst out!

living in circles living in circles living in circles

it's passion until the passion become so overwhelming the dull dull dull

left eye spasm

it smells like smoke.

rooftops. rooftops holding me and mine and my memories

like a bowl.

sip sip sip sip stolen sip

down the hatch

move me.