habitual fire

you’ve been found lit by neon
shivering in splinters of rain
your face remains a painted scar

you’ve been known to sell yourself
to those who promise you shelter
they hold the key to your hotel cell...



time is a dying flame
passing from your dark room
you’re wrestling the clock on the wall

habitual fire
burning for vision
habitual fire

you’ve been found within blue lightning
grains of sleep-dust blown away
your dreams screen in twenty feet of hell

you’ve been found still and lifeless
a leather belt pulled tight on your arm
your eyes fixed on the windowed stars

time is a dying flame
passing from your dark room
you’re wrestling the clock on the wall
breathless in your barren womb