tigermoths

we ravaged this mountain
sweaty mudcrusted monsters
middle-aged angels 
with paunch and wattle.
still, we know how to use matches
with the flint of our faces
incinerating friday to sunday.
we invented flunking school
to jam in mom's basement.
sowed wrinkles that fold and fit
the tightness of
our self-imposed suffering.
everything marrowed
bears the memory of splinter
of smashed guitars and finding
our length our height
our wires springing from head
and hand.
we chose precipice;
we faced down teeter
with vicious grins
striped savages
enslaved to the ravages
of moon
changing
charging
clawing wild
at the darkness.