running like the sweat will
wash away the sins of last night,
sprinting to race the cars
like i can make my anger theirs.
feet pounding on asphalt
to the bass lines emptying into air.
and i'm running like the sweat will
make the tears invisible.
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heat rises and i'm
getting colder with time
while eyes follow my
smoking steps with
admiration: dirty sex in
the way my muscles tense
fast, fast, faster than them.
-
strength wrapped in a summer
tan, sand flying into smooth skin,
i'm running like the sweat
will empty me of the shots,
the kisses, the smoke:
the blood i think i'm going
to be throwing up later.
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i (be)lie(ved) with you,
thought God would shudder
down and save us together,
but by midnight we were passed out.
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by now i'll be running like the sweat will
wash away the sins of last night,
sprinting to race the cars
so they can have your anger: rejection.
feet pounding on the asphalt,
you must be pounding on the walls.
and i'm running like the sweat will
make the tears invisible.
running like i can find you again.