tearing open the scar

getting back on the horse

on a buzzed rummage of facebook
a picture of a guy i used to know
knocked my a*s back two years
to a time i can't really comprehend
what it all meant or even mattered
even though it all seemed so real.
i'll never look at this place new again
when you see only in memories
the true outline is lost
and the shadows remain.
no, i don't need booze to get there
but it helps grease the wheels.
to kiss those lips that hung so close
waiting to be plucked
like plump cherries from the branch.
the passing time is over.
it's time to wipe the dirt
from beneath my nails
and comb the worms from my tangled locks.
i've seen faces and imagine
those minds were molded
to be greater than they would be
had i never passed through that door.
in the end it doesn't matter.
i'll go back out to the world
that treated me like her w***e
and bend her plump a*s over the chair--
only this time it won't stop
until i give the word...