Reveries thrust
In beer bottles
Before discarding.
Memories stashed
In cigarette butts
After forcefully
Forgetting.
Any subtle trace
Of poetry that
Arises in my head.
I squish it with
My fingers and
Wipe out the stains
With masturbation.
Maybe I've
Developed a liking
To punish myself
This way.
Dopamine works
In a strange way.
This repeated effort,
To remember and
Forget has formed
Rough striations in
My brains.
And whenever I rub
My thoughts
Against it, the tones
That finds me..
Cascade down like
Sharp thrust of a
Needle down my
Bones and I can't
Complain.