12 hours elapse
Willfully, I've relapsed
shaking my conscious addictions to sleep,
turned to edges, looking over precipices
painted cocaine white
"...fuck it -- " as I breathe in deep
teeter forward, 
break like green glass
in the weight of glasgow handshakes.

manic haze sets in concrete
and I'll beg you to leave your name on me,
carved into my wretched body
atop piles of bad history,
washing into and over
lapping, bloody tides
better as forgotten as you will be.
Under all those names, will there be any space left for me?