wash out

you cut me and I bite my tongue
dumb my ears and hunt the drums
lime on one hand, tar on the other
lungs and tendons falter
Light fracturing off slick, pitch streets
rain bursts, mist, through diluted beats
I unbecome, my tongue numb,
with licorice, clove, salt, rum
could
cry on one hand, fly on the other
What's worth growing old for? I
Shove through the wall and find my feet
Where Inside swing deluded beasts
The acrid scent of living meat
Electrical, a part of me
A mess of nerve impulses ringing
Dictating me sour, sweet.
Some digital angel is singing
Dead but swelling vibrantly
Everything in me screaming “RUN”
I feel my logic come undone
But I jerk one hand, then the other
Let the music tether
My bones to this raw reality
To wash and hold and coddle me
I dance until I see the sun
Feel the ache of what I’ve done
With
Blood on one foot, ash on the other
Bless the Earth, my Mother
That as daylight streams I’m finally
Burnt out, worn down, enough to sleep