lips and eyes painted
industrial black;
smoke swirling from
between your teeth.
at first i thought you'd
picked up smoking again,
but they were just
exhaust fumes and
my disappointment.
(i would have liked to
ask you for
a cigarette.)
aluminum cans for
body organs and
a face full of steel.
head completely shaved.
i could still see the
searchlights from
behind your closed eyelids,
it must be very bright
inside your head.
the tick and tock of your
inner clockwork;
you're tortured by
your own chemistry.

and so is everyone else.