Kiss me concrete

to remind me

to rewind me

back to better days

when a smokey haze

filled my brain

with promises

you promised

you'd make good on

maybe four months,

or four years

from today

but I'm reminding myself

that I'm alive again

like I've always been

used to being.

Strong again

strong along again

and again

and again

by this substance

this matter between

my ears

behind

my eyes.

This brain that insists

again

and again

and again

that I'm not going home

not again

because I've found a better

place to rot away

my time

my life

my purpose.

Like termites breaking

up wood in a forest

like the rest

that no one around here gets...

Rip the carnivore

from the herbivore's belly

and tell me why

he's stuck on repeat

inside my disco-tech mainframe.

I'm a high, technologically advanced

piece of machinery

living on green reasons and

rhyme schemes.

And pain sequences loaded

into the database.