thursday night.
i discovered the smile police in a twilight gay bar
we listened to a gen x dandy's story of a bad date pissing the bed
i lost myself in a pair of graffiti tits, imagining how i would complete them, unfolding the crude
lines into reluctant space, a towering white neck reaching for the exit sign.
given passage into the ladies room, enclosed in shifting space,
I lost my mind and place again, crawling through twisting shapes
strange winds, sand traveling both up and down the hourglass
meaningless as empty nests.
you were crucified so that you may serve He who was crucified.
we listened to a gen x dandy's story of a bad date pissing the bed
i lost myself in a pair of graffiti tits, imagining how i would complete them, unfolding the crude
lines into reluctant space, a towering white neck reaching for the exit sign.
given passage into the ladies room, enclosed in shifting space,
I lost my mind and place again, crawling through twisting shapes
strange winds, sand traveling both up and down the hourglass
meaningless as empty nests.
you were crucified so that you may serve He who was crucified.