he sat at the shadiest booth

in the diner.

sunglasses tinted to the

thirteenth power,

think Christ with his besties.

he slid some random ****

across the table to no one

visible, and grinned like

a *******.

it was death sanctioning

death to put a hit on death.

as an overly eager waiter

walked over.

ever-present.

threads of sound leave

goosebumps on the walls

of a retiring labyrinth.

whose guide opens his

mouth to scream into his

lover's.

supplanting echoes slowly

glisten like excited skins.

terrified harmonics shocked

to completion.

the cut up of a wet palm, in trust

of a wet palm.

destined for something.

the coiter of this dim

flay outlives the animal.

brushed aside with a

meticulous stroke--bade

bright to the tail end of

an exodus.

hunted off lands that can

never show their faces again.

there with the precise moment

when meat goes bad in unspoiled

light.