Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Poisoning the macho

she didn’t have what he wanted:
now he’s hot-wired to hell
jangling the walls
while skanky dogs
bark inside medullar fizzling.

night overload
zooms mach three illusions
binary options whirring cogs
cyan flashes behind the lids.

light on again

ruthless clock
radio stutter static
life gone tangential
bed battlefield

he’ll tell her soon:
if you can’t buy decaff
it’s over.

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