turned newels
throw light like overflowing
pools lapped with amber

a brilliant sun scorches
its tongue on a sky
like gasoline on water

and in the rattling room
of air conditioned cool
she pads
damp feet leaving
tracks on old carpet
coming undone
dark welts of sour
misery
throws a leg over
the chrome and
turquoise of
the chair
and settles slow
facing me in
my faded jeans
the drips slow
like a winter
melt
her eyes like
shards
buttered soft
with the daze
of our excursion
and exhaustion
On the Run

Storm warnings
crackle in the
wet atmosphere
dizzy and sweet
the bottle of corn
mash whiskey
like fire in our
mouths..molten
in our throats
Water trickles
and the rain starts
outside its dance
on aged aluminum
the wind throwing
itself on the plate
glass
the curtians steady
and thick full of
dust and smoke
while lightning speaks
rumbling the town
the power flickers
and her dark lids
dance
throwing her head
back like a black
valkrie
my hands walking
up her sides
holding her weight
as our middles
meet full of its
heat sweat
urgency and humid
hungry need

a flash on the
old bed and cracked
oil glistening
her skin sheen
pure full of gooseflesh
lean from running
empty
a wolfish tone to
her cheeks
and long nose
nostrils flared
teeth white
like the pouring
sky and edge
of the front
lit up like hot
neon

the Wasteland
power grid
we slide
our minds burning
fast
synapses snapping
like the weak branches
thashing

the rain pours
gushing from the
roofs eave
a damp beneath
the parking lot
door
we growl and
howl our faces
scour
two animals in
heat
gnashing teeth
the bed distant
ravaged like
an ivory sea
waits
and the television
portal flickers
full of its haste
and electric
ecstatic life

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