Hathead from Paint Leaves by Ghost Chief

To erase a face, unfold a map
Create two points and plot a path
to ride until your thighs and calves
give in to a cyclical torture
Pump
I want to bike to the end of the Earth
Find the edge, take out a pen, curl up and jot down
Notes of tokens and reminders
Form poems, crush the bones of kids in my hometown
Of a smile so bright, so solar
How her head burned profile scars on both of my shoulders
(Shoulders smolder)
Find solace in churning chains
spinning sprockets, locked in pain
Millennial in shrinking lanes
deserves this spiritual departure
Pump
I want to bike to the end of the Earth
Find the edge, take out a pen, curl up and jot down
Notes of tokens and reminders
Form poems, crush the bones of kids in my hometown
Of a smile so bright, so solar
How her head burned profile scars on both of my shoulders
Soak in Atlantic salts
as I dissect my faults
to a mushy, gushing pile of lusting pulp
(Shoulders smolder)
Found comfort in the cars passing by
Life's a blur
Look both ways; left, right
Don't run red lights
Head first over the Subaru
Hit the ground and swore that I was doomed
In that intersection ready for a semi to get me
The split second before death garnered no feelings or replays of everything that led me to that moment, just knots in my soft abdomen

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