On the morning we began to feel,
the sun
hid behind your trusty Chrysler
where so many
dreams had come true.

All you are is shadows
as the boiling dew
prison fucks your mouth
in the gaslight wake of a 1908 morning.

He hooks the shark tooth
between his fingers
and curls it slowly towards her
and then quickly away.

The family radio
across the street
slams the air
with waves of nonsense.

Competing for air time
she reclines the backseat.
He thought he saw
and i.d. card or two back there.

Teaching her to ride a horse
from the ground
he lifts his thighs
to buck her off.

Moving in time they melt....


I'm sorry I couldn't rescue you from the snow last night..
I was too busy dreaming this up.

12/27/2012