my cheeks are blushed in the glow of your midnight kiss i stand blinking in the corner i am a smokestack, i rise above roofs and water towers the space above this city is never populated by heaven fear of ****** in the streets in a hotel room or a bus bombshell crawling over flesh flashes metal neon i am a coffee mug gripped by puncture-marked knuckles exuding white dreams and pursed lips I went into the dripping door I drank the yoke of an ostrich egg I am a hog in sunlight, a dead rabbit on asphalt at dawn I lift a palsied hand to beg a cigarette.