your face seems hardly that which i pined for in the mirror

those clicks
keeping you awake
are just

blind kids
in the forest
playing video games
using eco-location

chirping for digital

im still chirping insomniac bird songs
for you, my indian woman

my inhalant
my solvent
my vertigo

i might not
have drank enough
tonight, though

so, your broken refrigerator
and night vision goggles
are keeping you entertained
for a few days
while were seperated?

all that phosphorescent blood paint
and visions
whispering neon to you

as i will
and used to