I Will Never Even Know Your Name

My head hit the glass, and my legs buckled.

The swelling began on a Friday night as sheep counted angels the night spun out like ballerinas bindings break fleeing the coup.

Graveyards, Burial rites, the void above and below I have swam through rolls into view.

Monsters disguised as painted pretty woman suggesting that we dance, full frontal gaze, neon vampires devouring the fleeting time we have.

Sick like spirits coughing, and sleeping on the overpass.

Remaining forever young, liquored, and in various stages of dumb.

Romance slick with the scents of former, present, and undreamt promise we thirst for like the salt we lick off the rim of the champagne glass.

Backs in the dirty black water pooled as I lay in the gentle rain.

I'll kiss you if I see you as the phasing begins in five.

Folly ignites as memories hogtie the sheriff, and slay the deputy.

Good intentions glimmer on the black top flowing in every direction.

The car top flailing in the night.

Flames pour over.

Consuming the Medusa's that have come to tearing us apart.

Shadows play in the shapes of a man's desire.

My head fills with smoke as the rain washes it all new.