Felt strangely poetry magnetized today.
So here's some brain spillage. Enjoy.

Intro:
The waterlogged bicycle graveyard
under the bridge
loses its poignance
every high tide.
Every rusted spoke
an outcry,
a screeching love poem
of abandoned
destinations.

I am bricking you up
inside the catacombs of my heart
like some Poe supervillain
I might convince myself your
death behind those walls
won't haunt me
into madness.
Your spectre
My expectations
Your expiration
My exhalation
Your thornbush
My thornbush
oh god.
We've met again.
In the cracks
between the
cum slathered bricks of my dreams.
I beg
of you
Amnesia
Oblivion
Suffocation
In the graveyard
of salt drowned bicycles
Sweat covered upper lip
Curl
At the ready.
Oh how I want to burn those lips
off your skull
For my moment of weakness
my scarab
of weakness
scurrying through the scalding sand
into the cool dark
of my pyramids
my pyramis
my oubliette
Raked and Ravaged
by your punctured memory.
A tincture
A poison ring
A pill box
This thornbush
My thornbush
This memory
My memory
Your ghost
And my unreliable narrative
Forever
underground.

-J.Mann 12-11-12