+ radio

neon drugs, exit clubs

by yourself, feeling love

out the jug,

bare feet,

mud.

razor spins,

cut a rug.

hope no one sees you fucking up

 

dancing like a hurricane

under rain,

thundering

top floor,

hovering

33,

penthouse suite

hotel

me, 

we

watch movies

strobe on walls, 

pause

mural.

 

down these halls

d n d’s

drawn on doors

plural.

 

text’s go off,

phone on floor

you’re in for

a long

furlough.

 

can’t see,

but can see

fancy.

 

rings

.. showing

ego

.. stroking

pity

.. soaking

 

can’t keep

the cameras on,

angles wrong,

angels gone

flashing

 

digital dash

two in the stash

system

crashing

 

need a jolt

take a bolt

you’re back

splashing

 

short strokes

in a long pond

she get’s off

saying ‘i’m on’

 backseat

track meet

has she

nothing else to ask me?

roll it back

that’s sweet…

 

i mean,

memory

that’s free

 

no lip

all tongue

that’s it?

 

awesome.

 

too tall

for small talk

take her head

like apache

 

playing passion

fruit

 

indian style

under harvest

moon

 

she says they’ll

be godless

soon

 

you don’t care

they’re all car

tunes

—-

v

i just want to free

my… you.

i just want to free

my… you.

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