Poem about Kim

I've been trying to write for a long time now, or avoiding trying to write. Take your pick. I finally did it. Any comments would be appreciated.





So sweet and fluffy,
whipped up with air and
innocence,

tempered with the glowing ends
of cigarettes,
fistfuls of fists,
and the stabbing cock
of a shifty-eyed nightmare.

Scarred-over wounds that
don't exist to her
chase me like howling yowlers,
fresh blood calling in the moonlight.

Toothy teeth
eyes that see for miles
and a laugh that burns holes in concrete.
Pursuer at the market laugh laughing
ugly memories regurgitated from
a year ago, the year before, childhood.

Closethood reveries with Mommy
-- she shares them on odd weekends --
burnt circles on her pudgy wittle arms before
the door shut her in.

Her nightmares don't come when we're together.
My halo extends over her head and
shields her from the darkness.

She says I make everything better.

She wants a new past starting with me.