I'm walking down a crowded street.
I close my eyes, thrown off my feet.
The smell of unknown smoke and ***...

Feeling just
an empty
hum.

The flash of thigh across my skin.
Beautiful and full of sin.

I'm less than what the clock can count,
but more than in your bank account...


My lids fly up and see those eyes.
Full of
confusion
and peculiar surprise.
Apparently I was dancing down
the ******* sidewalk like a clown.

I stuff my face inside a book
and gave the government a look.
Religion too, but all I saw
were dead things and a vultures caw.

I'll never see the ******* point
at bending our souls out of joint.

I'd rather have you in my bed
moaning till we both are dead.



The smell of sweat and flashing lights.
Fiery ghosts aren't out of sight.
If we're the noise of generation now,
Then
****
the
static.

Refuse to bow.