Destruction

Look at this look at this look at this
half dressed wounds wrapped in knots of blonde hair
the scars run in patterns like dragon tattoos
delusional eyes cross, appraise each other
we are beautiful we are beautiful
real youth is tasted in the back of your throat
it happens quickly
the past is warped into arching colors
you scratch circles on your dollar bills
and test what you remember
speaking in gasps and moans it comes-
this incurable destruction, this
incomplete destruction.