Suicide Lane Cafe

October Falls

October trails around the cusp of my hands,

And around the flame of his crack lighter

Whiskey burns a road going down, 

Scarring, blazing, warming from inside out

I am the dead skin on the linoleum floor

The scent of psychotic hospitals

I sit here, watching my savior try to save me

He does not know that he already has.

Suburban homes are the pockmarks of his skin

His eyes like stars that never sleep. 

Breathing smoke and Nirvana, an old record player skips and scratches

You want to know what falling in love is like?

It’s growing gills half a mile underwater 

It’s that shade of pinkish grey that starts a new day. 

It’s the clench of your heart when you witness a death 

The joining of two arctic hearts.

This poem bleeds, you know

Pages rip and hearts break

I am peering down the edge of the cliff

Waiting for the right moment

I can taste it on my lips.