Skein

In the flat black lightless morning, I pushed the pin beneath his skin, tattooing the laughter of starlings, so that he might not forget my name.

The sea was as dark as the ink mixed with his blood, the foam on the beach milky froth around his mouth while he O.D.ed on tomorrows painful headlines and the cheap speed we bought with our buskers change and the worthless currency of our small souls.
Coney Island merry-go-round wonderland; we waltzed through the dirty dawn, the crevices and cracks of my body grating with the sandpaper memory of us fucking on a beach littered with yesterdays beer cans and left over needles; the heroin remnants of another day in paradise.

  'Skein' was part of a suite of three poems titled Loom, exhibited in the 2011 Northside Heroes Exhibition held at Tinning Street Gallery in Brunswick. You can read the full piece here.

 

'Skein' was part of a suite of three poems titled Loom, exhibited in the 2011 Northside Heroes Exhibition held at Tinning Street Gallery in Brunswick.

You can read the full piece here.