[dead man]

brown liquor, white porcelain
skin fluorescent. porch-light ornament
dry leaves in late autumn crackle under our forearms
leaning forward. i can barely make out your sentences
make out with teenage recklessness. bottle glass & breath mints
menthol smoke / synth pop / pop culture references
frame my entrance in chemical. rocks in the sand
burn midnight oil like polymer strands. fossil fuel gasses
american colossal crack granite. hitchhike planets. don't panic
says the galaxy guide. twisting paper til i've breathed you alive
pearly-white paint pinky fingernails, pre-madonna preside
pacifist our pain. primitive piranha our pride
recanting pill-bottle prayerbooks our doctors prescribe
then waltz to the pew. pulse your pussycat, platonic pursuit
smoking for 7, thinking for 4 and talking for 2
you saw me in that room but i was watching you too
slink along like satin sultry swallowing shrooms
silver ring your sinus. soft as saturday moons
simmer soupy serenade our jukebox saloon.
karaoke Sinatra to scream your seven-day blues
while i sneak out the back in search of seaside seclusion.
where's the root, she asked.
i stopped. considered the question
and told her something altogether separate.


i'm sorry