I want a Monte Carlo
with woodgrain
that drips
lacquer
like liquid
metal.
How sweet is the sound
of droplets
of wetted desire
and my chucks
dotted
by the bark
of a melted,
condensed,
glossed
and
digital
earth.
My Alpine's
make bus-drivers nervous,
with their hallways
full of a thousand faces,
staring down
at me
as I crack holes
in the concrete
big enough
for a squadron of buses
to fall into.
My Carlo
should have two things
in bunches,
it should have
the smell of a woman.
The smell of her
stale mouth
that lets loose fumes
in grated vents.
The Carlo's
smell should rattle me
like fences
that jingle when I brush against them.
Secondly,
my Carlo
should
be serious
and black.
All black.
I want my Carlo to have
opals for headlights
like the smeared *** of a firefly
or the eyes
of a panther.
My Carlo should be so beautiful
that it takes me back to the forest,
to the forge,
to the hotel,
to the hospital,
to the altar,
to a place of peace so loud
that I could take it between my fingertips
only to break it in a purr.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 2:38 PM UTC
I want a Monte Carlo
with woodgrain
that drips
lacquer
like liquid
metal.
How sweet is the sound
of droplets
of wetted desire
and my chucks
dotted
by the bark
of a melted,
condensed,
glossed
and
digital
earth.
My Alpine's
make bus-drivers nervous,
with their hallways
full of a thousand faces,
staring down
at me
as I crack holes
in the concrete
big enough
for a squadron of buses
to fall into.
My Carlo
should have two things
in bunches,
it should have
the smell of a woman.
The smell of her
stale mouth
that lets loose fumes
in grated vents.
The Carlo's
smell should rattle me
like fences
that jingle when I brush against them.
Secondly,
my Carlo
should
be serious
and black.
All black.
I want my Carlo to have
opals for headlights
like the smeared *** of a firefly
or the eyes
of a panther.
My Carlo should be so beautiful
that it takes me back to the forest,
to the forge,
to the hotel,
to the hospital,
to the altar,
to a place of peace so loud
that I could take it between my fingertips
only to break it in a purr.
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