The deal

I'm fighting against this poem

Because it reminds me of how desperate madness was to dance with me

Undone by its own weakness

I’d like someone to look me in the eye and know exactly what I mean.

I’d like a ditch instead of a city.

Like before the inventions stole the magic out of me

Before a wrinkled space replaced the feel of a labored manual embrace.

I want to smell the smoke of a climaxed match

strike it as I exile the love from the corner of my smiling mouth and toss the flame into existence.

Jerk and watch a deal the devil made with me in Vegas...

Exchanged a single heartbeat for 20 dollars worth of gas...

In that space between the beats

I pumped blind rage into my viens.

“Sign the dotted line my dear and watch the gates close on your dreams”

he said while leaving me alone with the sun in the desert.

Lets go,

Before the time on my shoes runs out and they forget the feel of the avenue

Before my listening too closely resembles another message from the dead.