We used to loiter
In the alleys of our minds
Disinterring our secrets
Like grave robbers
Scavenging for wealth
*
We marveled at our memories
As if each grotesque contour
Held some great revelation
As if we were dark heroes
Whose cabalistic afterimage
Would deter all nefarious intent
*
Therapy was for people
With weaker constitutions
We kept rusty scalpels
In our back pockets
Like dog-erred copies of
Bukowski’s “Ham on Rye”
Ready to bleed for any cause
*
Seduced by taphonomy
We concealed bottles in paper bags
Drinking from untasted philosophies
We were rank with inexperience
Intoxicated by our own inhumanity
And hazardously arrogant
The irony that we had become
Our own nemeses wasn’t lost
But youth entitled us to indiscretion
mindlovemisery 
Reblogged this on mindlovemisery and commented:
I apologize but I will be away for the majority of the day once again and because my internet is painfully arthritically slow I am having a hard time making my blog rounds. The Internet issues should resolve beginning of June luckily!
perhaps that species
will survive its youth 🙂
Internet. Why. So. Slow? Ha ha. Look forward to having you back “full time” at the beginning of June.