napoWriMo draft something or other
could be driving us toward anything
strobe lights in the window
of the neon sign store throb
and what the hell is night. what
is a kiss but a long-distance call
the blinds of every townhome stay closed
as if we were modest or it mattered who saw us
god after god takes a pass. the night
is a puddle made for drowning
we kiss as if plucking the lips off
chilly embryos, as if required by contract
we fight, ordinary as rats in a dumpster.
anything holy in this went extinct
with yesterday’s cigarette. stop
the car. this is where we get off.
strobe lights in the window
of the neon sign store throb
and what the hell is night. what
is a kiss but a long-distance call
the blinds of every townhome stay closed
as if we were modest or it mattered who saw us
god after god takes a pass. the night
is a puddle made for drowning
we kiss as if plucking the lips off
chilly embryos, as if required by contract
we fight, ordinary as rats in a dumpster.
anything holy in this went extinct
with yesterday’s cigarette. stop
the car. this is where we get off.