Here is where my heart
beat outside my body.
I could not stop
ten years of motion,
whole days
swallowed by speed,
hours lost
and a mangle of names,
Nick's, Munch's, Big Al, Jack's
Liquor Lounge large
hands dishwater tiki huts
still palms banana trees
night blooming star jasmine.
This night there is a smell
that burns on the inside of my face.
I hurt all over.
I could stay here
forever pressing myself
against this heat,
pushing the edges
of my quota of horror.
But I have lost the patience,
the energy,
the wild motion.
I will cast myself
back away from the fire,
my parts intact.
This day will never be again.