over there, on the dope side
a man who’d forgotten what he came for
and a woman with a buzz as posh as a
champagne earring, canary blu
electric heels, and a sour cherry song
shards of life that set sail in the
mind of a glass dream
the night was chiseled with light like an arrow
in a house where the rain came calmly
arcade
barfly
*mature content only* was the smoke and the ride
do you know what rules you and
are you afraid to step into its shadow?
golden days, immovable string
in times of sorrow and lucid dreaming
we danced with our delusions down to the
flashing lights, to the native rhythm, the skull of the
siren song, our feet were tied to the tiles and
what my eyes touched, i imagine, was
the marrow of seduction, blind strobe,
wax paper girl, lips cheaper by the handful
we passed in trains like teardrops tunneling
down a mountain (the man and woman never kissed,
only locked their superficial eyes until morning
capsized in a sea of criss-crossed pantylines)
spastic
immaculate, too
mammoth to self-destruct
it was the creamy tranquil groove that
buttered our rock n roll souls
(i bent over to see you smile)
elephant watching
moonrise
escaping mouth
let me show you in and give you roses
his lips were soaked in gin like crystalline sugar
and lit up the night in electric limelight
her breasts were two chameleons
groping for the bottom of the world
and in the spring of my sleep, slo shook,
dawn burst and the scent of a woman
trickled down his chin like the
nectar of a fine-toothed peach
tomorrow, maybe, i
will give him a name
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