The Wilderness

My other 
other journey

to younger hours 
in neon fuzz

The stain of yesterday 
on tomorrow

My hollow 
house memory

of drinking 
nothing but the beat

of drums 
My gone and 

my tongue
Me storming along 

undone through so 
many rooms

with a bottle 
of stolen keys 

clinking I only know 
where I’m not 

going to go