we are the devils. we made love
in that room of cigarettes and acid.
that was us screaming, desperate
like two metal bars bending.
we got crooked. and it was good.
and that was how, we liked to fuck.
that was how we got, the acid
through our blood with LA weeping.
I wanted all of it to melt, like honey
on my back. a sticky crooked love.
the streets are nightstreaks and
we are sunbeams. there was
nothing in those bed sheets for you,
come back to mine. I have kept them
at war.