Powdered Ethic

Even The shallow parts of my hippocampus 

Still contain minerals rich with love for someone else’s heart

Only sometimes can I show you where I am in photographic expression but I can always show you where I’ve been and I can certainly show you where I’m going 

Past the fading sirens 

And the rows of hot flesh

Melting in their silver and rose grills 

This place doesn’t have the same smell as my last temporary home did

40 year old print and concrete doesn’t pair with

Bulimia quite like 90 foot pines did  

And You should probably Let me in because I’m out front 

And because I have so much powdered ethic 

And your nose craves it