torn labels

                                               aint suicide fresh
                                               on black pavement

                                               halogen blue
                                                            hands

a soldier’s resolve to take th city
going down, jimmy
lookd up to see only time and temperature on th cibc.

twothirty and five degrees ] 

toronto wants more concrete
souls.a backseat blonde, platinum kim
in a king street cab, on th way home
from th horseshoe.tiny bartender
dancd a tight nose and shook her tiny
tits.she drank and drank he
condensed her under metallic oystershells.

you can do anything you want to me           tonight   

she said, exposing a low
strap and tipd back
a vodka soda.

flying around her mouth on his tongue, jimmy
pushd her revlon against th black vinyl.

th city moved by and in       
her skin
w- storefront glows.

                              but then her little lips
                              stopped moving.

in disbelief he rehookd her bra,
paid th man and carryd her onto stage.
dumpd out her purse on th’elevator floor
and dug through tampons and lip
gloss to find her keys;  unlockd
and carryd her into th’apartment.

delicate as milk and
lives alone.parasucco and 

effortless he lays
her on th kitchen floor.could be a sudden around
her down and beside her
breathing  you pink jerk. 

fucks away gracefully in trees and buildings and wonders
down her shirt.saw
her heart and it lookd back.

                                    g
                                    string along
                                    another string of night / 

him along silently, wants nothing more than to hold off
th tall toronto buildings down by th lake underneath    wet trees    

                                    leaves jimmy  [ kim flat

                                    w     et trees

# posted by hardyf : 09:48