by J Store

Created on: March 05, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

tonight, we better

be better
& bloody
marry ourselves
to the bartender maybeing

in the mirror making factory
s smooth lobby

& better now
than never we should
unlock ourselves

from clockstrapped still wrists

& kiss on the cheek
& kiss on the mouth
(regardless of Time)

there's a red
wine burn in

the look on yr face
when the ice storm starts

& i wanted to say
i've been write
ing in songsung auld lang sinewy

beats to god or some

of my otherwise less rhythmic otherwises

& in comes the disguised
answer in the middle of a cusping
night/day

if you don't have a
lover, yr gonna need a lover
or a weapon

in this life & what of it
in the year of our lord & what if i

said "let's"
fake speak french
with the Africans

play tiny violins in the red

wine ice box hotel
where this stopstart sense gets us
& we understand

you see, you and i
we're living histori
es

skin museums in open door pores
& responded calls
to the sirens easy traps

& now
here in the aftermath the mouth
s distance is less than

navigational but only
stretches the space
between thumb to elbow
& i can feel it yr smooth

gravity's inching in the what's left
of craving's past coming
in never moving fast cars

now summer, we'll re
count our teeth and teethe
on the privation

of fresh balance

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