Forever Scabbed

I have been scabbed to the knees
around the dining room
table hunting you
screaming grey murder
I am no
longer soft and bright in self
just
loveless

what's your pleasure and I'll tell
mine
don't worry, the clock is ticking forever
heroin
waits for everyone
who wants to chase
away those
tomorrows

and they are dying in this world
stillborn
as the sun sinks south
and the rivers roar
rain
choking us neon nothing maybe
somewhere I know
there are lovers kissing