six dead flies and a razor blade
just sitting there
on a windowsill a little
but not too dusty
cum spilling thru an old man's teeth
bright and real as bathroom tiles
a drag queen with a hardon
smeared makeup and cigarettes
the way your mouth tasted after another night
that's hard to remember now
an apartment,a video,bodies
electric with alcohol and white fire
complete submission
to a moment of smashing flesh
excitement
and despair so deep it's gone
the way his balls looked
from down there
it takes a while for the news to sink in
how to heal and feel
whole
without cutting off your hands
all day today
people waking up in motel rooms
each with their own
pleasure and pain
brought forward
thru the filter of night
far from trees and birdsong
the light we all see
thru hope and headache
the empty sky painted
again and again in the same two colors
don't look
don't look away
god to live
like that
like this
filthy with plastic desire reflected
and go on trying
rising above ourselves
so confused inside the calm
clearly lost,but still here
the part of your heart
no one can hold
my love moves to
