fingers firm soft pulling
teasing that fervent mixture
of mania and sin
pulling it like taffy
or the dying mans gasp
making it all seem right
and the quiet irreverence
shoots that clean feeling
deep in this vein
it is just another day
of everything and nothing
residue of shit talk
and quiet dreams
bubbling in my chest
crude and again
unforgiving and hopeless
with the tingle on my mouth
hot peppers on a cunt
and I am asleep on the
train daydreaming to this
laughable adventure
eyes wide open without understanding
that everything wreaks of piss
but the day dream of simple hands
can wash this city's pain
making everything new
filling these thighs
with quiet
expectation
