Saturday, November 1, 2008

recall

Cowboy body, your summer is still under my skin
Your tangy taste of toxin still touching my lips at the corners, still teasing
And I know exactly what you do to me.

Rollerblade ravebeat, your high still bounces through my bloodstream
You rainbowed my soul with whatever colors you wanted,
Paints all chipped and faded and colored over. Neon shining through in the night.

Hey moonshine skinnydipper, I still think of you.
Salt sweet sweat tingling neuro-receptor paths, each time a memory recalled,
Bridges burning, heat branding lines, and new lines. Hacking with smoke.

And I cant tell you what rehab is like, not from here.
My legs pound and my heart hammers itself clean through this cage
But they would cut out our tongues before they’d ever let us leave intact.

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