days, nights

the sun shines crisp today, chars my eyelids
no lumps today, nor harsh brown words,
pointed syllables, serrated consonants
point neither in, nor out
and I wave nothing in the air
on days like this.
music fails to inspire trust,
sirens and tires never go flat.
tanned legs and rubber-band shoulders
flatten the trail in both directions
my eyelids are burning
my lashes are on fire
should i shave my head again/
ink number one permanently/
     in memoriam and also in a vain
     gesture to knock on the true
     impermanence of all inks
my pens will click tonight, as they do every night
and my words will wander and smear
across these crisp leaves, as they do every night
and those tanned legs and rubber-band shoulders
will go home and spread and bend and stretch
and submit to sheer idiocy, as they do every night
and i will lay down atop my leafy pillows
and point my rusted words in, as i do every night
and my dreams will flood with sketches of violence,
depravity, and nothing out of the ordinary,
and days like these will melt into nights like that,
as they do every night