i never felt
as alive as when
i am closest
to dying

maybe this is
why i give myself
to those ladies
with flat eyes
adders coiled
in the shape
of a heart
and all i want
is that venom
coursing through
my failing form

tapdancing
though minefields
without a care
in the world
yet weighed down
by the chains
of anxieties

a long road
trucker’s soul
and a fucking
poet’s heart
only leads to
a back up due
to an accident
where happiness
is the only
known fatality