Timeline

Oh the rage she’s in, chopping zones, and licking cocaine

straws. I’m blind to her terrors, a closed drawer, rolling a

blunt. Liquor spilt into the car, the windows are foggy,

and carpet is sticky. But life is ever in motion, a stuffy

nose, plus, another bottle. And none of us saw it: an

empty container, broken glass, and silent mirrors. 

A heart is beating vapers, air gliding memories, tripping

over fallen safes. I’m here, love—an inch away, counting

obituaries. Only God understood the vision, a clash of

warriors. And we kept flying, defying death, an inch away.

Oh the rage she’s in, plucking tulips, aflame a golden

river. I see her and pass a match, inhaling nicotine and

tar. Our days a public affair, and our nights a tender

addiction. And what of mother, a ten hour tour in his room.