torn labels

                     i am a red
                                                  taxi

                                   you are beautiful direct
                     ions.

                        loud night rock on we devils
                        in red pint eyes
                                                ended up w/ drum sticks
                                                but no drummer.

she was so white on my black.22
martinis turn into gas kisses
on a no-home drive,
                                         she said she wouldn’t ‘forget this night’
                                         but I doubted that.

so many one night stands, and another is impossible – only an empty blue
lemon. 

we idle on,                                                        [ on  ‘e’ ]   
add fumes to th industrial dark –
if I ran out here
that would be alright.

paving pillows w/o a bed, parked in a moon
face town.

could watch you come and go tho
from behind th snow,
like a storm of dark roast hair
            and
                                         don’t get out of my sorry,
                                         my truck, I mean:
you can go
if you want.

but judging by th lists,
by th crystallized patterns of failure
and regret –
so long. 

                                       22 drinks fucked
                                       doors close over me like waves
                                       and I look behind        ( 

# posted by hardyf : 21:58