Seven Eleven Oh Eight

My head is reeling

I savor pomegranate kisses
From Hades mounted
Rearing and riding forth
From the mouth of a shadow land

These days I hardly recognize myself.

Startling moments of clarity that feel like

waking into someone else's life

And yet
Each day I awake
In my own skin
Brimming with hollow memories
Of a person transforming

Recollections of someone I'll never be again

I nearly missed my stop.


(As I walked home from the train, in one hand I held a cigarette, and with the other I scribbled on my left arm, wallowing in joy

"I thank the universe I'm alive".)