torn labels

i take every fingerprint you left behind
and mix it into a drink
  i’ll call the      ‘ blue hello

nothing left than a one-arm tan
and
th neighbour’s wife        ( could drive a truck into her

rolling back th miles
breaking mouths          
to fuse jaws
lock into future mornings
dreaming of blowjobs alone\

revenge is th end of a dirt road
moths buzz porch lights and dust children
wished never

gunna chase / gunna chase you / dear   bitch

throwin up paint
abandoned by distant arguments
drowning in a bloody nose
sucked into th stars at the end of th lawn and punchin’

                 some town           last trailer park before th end

lookin atcha w/ a red eye
thinking th best of rage
and nothing of th future

# posted by hardyf : 19:06