your face was nothing to write home about

across the room

disconnected

disenchanted

staring into air,

separating dust from memories

i knew.

i saw that look in your eyes,

off-kilter tightropes framing pure ice.

i could tell you had that

unchained melody pain

that madness steeped in cyanide.

lust fluttered in my chest,

unquenchable thirst rising in my throat.

i walked across the room

plowed tongue into your mouth,

wetness mingling with beer.

your head snapped back

to stare

with confusion

fear

uncertainty

into gridlock-passion

doe eyes.

passive laughter.

and cut-scene

to grinding writhing

pits of starrysad

milky-way defecation;

full of hatchback lust,

life and death grinding hips

in explicit covalency:

sweatshop viscerae,

coke-and-mirror prostitutes,

miter saw prophets of the ward

slam-dancing in macabre matrimony

to the rythym of a two-tone white-collar world.