splashing in an ocean

 

i once met ezra pound in

a dream and he told me

to fuck off

 

the neon drips out of

my mind

 

splashing in an ocean like

rebellious teens ready to

finish off a revolution

 

i once was the master of

my own domain but was

quickly domesticated by

a few old souls in spanish

harlem

 

there’s something about a

mamacita and those hips

that will have you willing

to murder any soul on

earth if given the chance

 

we once danced naked as

we dared to shoot down

the moon into a cold, dark

night in rome

 

she told me i was the wrong

color for her to ever fall in

love with me

 

i started to peel off my skin

to reveal the cool motherfucker

that sometimes lives in the

back of my dreams

 

she now lives in a castle alone

 

and i hear voices when i wish

for death driving on the highway