Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Stolen Cars



sinking deep
into the drop me in
and make me swim
too thick to levitate
pulling me down
filling my lungs
blue before me
the emptiness you
call your eyes.


id like to rub my tongue
in the spaces
between your teeth
pink moist residue
gummy hard against
soft strong muscle
tastes like you
and left overs
kept in raisin boxes

of cigarettes.


i crawl in your belly
walk circles like dogs
making a bed in leaves
but you are warm
waffles for breakfast
hot sex in the morning
wrapped presents for christmas
stolen cars under arrest
a heart in a chest.

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