suspended in a dream state
strapped in for a long haul
across time and space
and I pass a planet
surface likeness of your face
and I speed up a little
can’t get caught at the light
with a distraction
like that

the sensation of you love
not unlike
being back at the ATM
to fund another bag of white
and the feel of her scratching
the most sensitive parts of my skin
is somewhat akin
to your stamping that cattle brander
bent into your name
against the most sensitive
parts of my brain
or the feeling of repeating
over and over
all of the things
I said I’d never
do again.