Eocene

Your love tasted like Freon smells and heroin streams

-Pachyderm dreams of sensitivity

now you run, like a pedophile, to a woman who is a child
and I am the stranger throwing candy at the sun
a fossil in the pavement on interstate 81

I forgive that you had to force me face down in unholy ground
while I held you in a rockabilly moonbeam

I want to see your neck bleed around the E string

That tug is here in a wandering mind but I didn’t even think of you at the end of time

I can finally smile.