(no subject)
the moon hangs
like a twisted smile
in an empty saturday
sky - where the nights
teeth are shined like
asphault pearls
grubbing, licking
and stripping the
tongue of the people
take bites out of each
other at the jelly center
the stomach, the knees
not doing much
talking tonight
rubber feet and
steel wings fly
drunks home like
dizzy paper planes
that might make it
might nose dive
like science experiments
bend and break
into fiber glass
and clay-
the radio hum
hum hummmsss
crickets cheep
and garbage fumes
roast and curl
like a mean audience
in the rich alleys
and empty spaces
of gas tank
construction.
like a twisted smile
in an empty saturday
sky - where the nights
teeth are shined like
asphault pearls
grubbing, licking
and stripping the
tongue of the people
take bites out of each
other at the jelly center
the stomach, the knees
not doing much
talking tonight
rubber feet and
steel wings fly
drunks home like
dizzy paper planes
that might make it
might nose dive
like science experiments
bend and break
into fiber glass
and clay-
the radio hum
hum hummmsss
crickets cheep
and garbage fumes
roast and curl
like a mean audience
in the rich alleys
and empty spaces
of gas tank
construction.