lap dance cut up (art by the midlope)

inside
she must feel like a link
when i am soft. a slightly familiar smell against me.




~~~~

peanut butter & banana sandwich

crumpled foil

someone says
let's ride our bikes
through the rain

impossible strangers
balance on my sofa

the pretty one has
black circles
underneath
his eyes

metal skull
choker
turning his neck green

fade to death
embroidered
on his tight jeans

the other
reaches for his glass

-slow vocabulary of movement-

there is no god

only

-box-cars of heaven-