don't rue a lull as allure
follow the drunken neon
want some after midnight...
saw the push button
by which I mean
surreal disdain, plainly obvious train teetering
I say off the rails, implies many things
stooge stagecraft stealthy hero masks,
I'll act wise, hone the not so apparent(s), know
the pulled off fucked up vibe leaning(s)...
crawl shards words
the bit, lonely
intoxicated and aroused
going robot hooker...
peel worth corpuscle-d desire
arcane weaving(s), wandering(s)
pop culture to classics derived
pop culture pearl garden alleyways
sprung rain each
pollution's tiny knife...
wanting to be a tongue,
wanting to learn more ways
to make things bleed unnoticed...
poem and I
are writing here...
slice life thin see through...
wide hips, sauce
with deft touch
I go for the four hand model...
wade careen(s) and caresses...
raw material gone fishing(s)...
she's robot knife
thin meniscus proboscis discus...
hurling hurtling wobble assured
a vendor pimped touch screen
an interface payment plan
each pleasure priced accordingly varied
options, levels of duration and speed and location...
I choose to download every poem I ever wrote
have her read them back to me, close proximity
read her lips
an old movie...
I include the notes and rests,
an open world, with adaptable
on a stage, nose
all held near surrender...
I become declaration
scent decay seed
slip improvisation ellipses...
I wear tailored never-enders
lend myself to mending and learning...
I go, to a memory-worn tonight,
anywhere her eyes,
arms and growing reflection
of my fantasy can take me...