almost

The sprawl of you grew into the space between my lungs,
encompassing me like a ladder to somewhere else.
Evangelical and relentless I was incorporated.
Now I unfold the memory of your fingers
from the soft tissue between my ribs,
your hands rooted between the derelict
concrete footings of my chest.
But the rhythm couldn't hold
in the glare of the monstrous sun
or the fume filled refrigerated dimness
of a 400 sq foot shag carpeted temple
to nothing but a wide open promise.
The faded boom town neon sunsets
glow against the acres of empty asphalt,
struggling weeds glory in their eveningness.
lost in my ruin, free in the widening distance
between the last notes, a final rip in the silence of the wind




.