The night we sat beside
the sun
of arching backs
and leather tongues

too frequent here
a severed mind
a callous entry
on bone and lime.

Corner me in the darkest place
cardboard teeth and scope residue
a sunken cheeked reminder
of ecstasy's pull.

This dirge of desert
leaves stains on my palms
and I can't shake the sight of parted lips.

The filming is going well.
I caught a relative once.
Disgusting.
I erased it.
I have to go.
I can't clear the history on my browser...

05/26/2012