the space between living & not
a thunder bold fire bird bird
leather skirt
wife beater shirt
******* on the neon suckin’ on the moon
black black black
liner
everywhere
so fast down sunsets
riding
everything full throttle
don’t bottle ( she/me)
her up
louder LOUDER
don’t wanna hear the
world falling
all over
& over
John has a fresh pressed shirt
waits on the corner for her
her who smells like another woman/her
there’s no justice to love he thinks
tugging at his loafers with the back of his guilt
mothers forbidding
he’s too young for such fast woman she yelps
time melts the pavement
he flips his nickel
the rumble old car rave
the ground shakes he sees the familiar
a flash fast smile
lipstickless
it "phooo" nickel smack lands on heads
he jumps in the passenger
seat
& off off
off
to get off
to get lost
in something he’s not
nor will ever be
a woman
free
6/13/11