parking
lots,
idling more,
ducking
shots-
hit the deck
or play
dead,
parking
lots..
overfed
slots.

nozzle stuck
in ear-
pump ‘er
up..
and watch eyes
clear?
like wipers won’t
with tears..
on bloodlust
night,
gaslight
red-
blinding in
bed.


we lay
untethered-
in shade
of each other
no need to
reach,
both clinging
sheets
+++
drapes
overgrown
..over
nothing
if not alone
alone
at
home
huddled in hutch
adorned-
bones bundled
in covers
torn


would crawl
back
in
given free
choice,
should i bore
song-
i’ll grow in
voice,
chiming
on-
nightingale
summons
dawn.

don’t let drapes
lull ya,
lass-
hailstorm’s
abreast,
indenting
chest-
hiding
home’s best,
out with that
trash..
into mud
bath.

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