Moldy Tangerines

Cold air rushes
through my tangled hair
bounces across
my cracked skin
I smile
for the flash
of moonlight
on the river's
surface
but the metal
on my breath
rots the
enamel
like love
on the brain
(Splattered against
rubber walls)
Blood is
measured in nano litres
now
splattered against childhood
photographs
erases my face
from everything
I laugh
at the black comedy
of twenty five
years
spiraling the vultures
before a tiny splash
of the imploding universe
fills my head
with the beautiful ambiance
of nothing