Metal Ropes Torn Poem by Jeffrey Dean Gray

I would rather eat from the metal
Than drink this torn longing of mine
It happens
Here and there
The metal ripped like my note to you
I was sick for this
Hurting to see the ropes' beginnings
"Be like this" they said
Eat and drink their frightened kisses
Blew from lips across these neon times
Chase this metal from my mind
Into a darker place
One of void and home
I' am here now
Where the metal ropes first tore open
A place so small, so broken, so erased
I was sick for this
Hurting to see my beginning
Of a gray ghost walking these silver ropes