Friday Nite, On My Ass In Some Parking Lot

laughing in my 'cocktail' dress
as blood gushes from my right leg

"here, come on, grab my hand, letmehelpyou up, the cops are drivin' through and you are really drunk"
says some guy with a too small head (he reminds me of an insect)
walk up thataway on that road, you'll be ok there.

my lungs are a wall
a garment muscle
grave of down and droll face
nonchalant smoke crumpled
windshield pile of ruin

I was not thinking about you
I did not think about you all nite

blind. subtraction. blurs. wiper moan. snow child folding.
snot comes later in the washed light of my bathroom.
what a scream scene. the lover cleans up the blood
gets me on to my skyscraper bed
to my pillow.

Nocturne. Dear. Man-Hand. Fog-Clock.
it was a fall on shiny black. not the final scribble. ok?
love in the white-small of this glass.
beat in the darkness.
sleep.