Never Remeber November

I've been pushing my teeth into my lips. Canines
sharpened on a grinding wheel enter and exit
in snakebites. "Writing too much?" body 1 inquires.
"Right!" proclaims body 2.
The biggest elephant in the room
has us pressed to walls.
We're blowing smoke
and breathing heavily.
I never wanted to want
anything more than a want.
That could prove to be a problem. When I
think, the gears and belts sound like
power steering failure or an automatic car wash
internal mechanisms.
There is a young boy on my corner dressed
like a Newsy
shouting "Extra extra!". The bad news
comes at an even worse time.
Letter to the editor:
"You HAVE changed. I knew it".
I carve another line in my headboard
and anticipate the day I can lay
a diagonal. I push another notch in my
belt and wait for the day I wake up and need
the extra slack. I press another digit. I dig another
hole. I write another poem.
Remember I once mentioned repetition?
Turns out that delirium is on a high test line.
Turns out that sanity is more than just your mind.
Turns out that they won't turn me out in 2009.
Fuck it.
The trees keeping the outsiders out are
still green.
This smiles tiles are yellow but at least theres a smile
to be seen.
Between you and I are black miles and miles but we're as close as a dream.
Fuck it.