Sex with Strangers

Sex With Strangers

I. Another slow night, dreaming of
flying in the cool eyes of
strangers.
Each passing breath shaped by
clouds, each lingering scent
unfolding like an old book
beneath our tongues.
Shifting thru day old goods,
rotting in their self-righteousness.
(A silver slice)
These sly lunatics are fucking famished!
Someone must serve us and quick!
But, as night goes on,
I’m left counting matchbooks
to kill this idleness.
I’ll create a heaven which they
inhabit and rule…Matchbox kingdom!
II. Blue eyed chicken shit,
spitting life all over the tired old women,
singing praise to the all knowing,
sucking the economy dry with lipstick
drenched smiles, very aware of the lust
they inspire in shallow young men,
who try to own the neon night,
without knowing who she is,
or what she works for.
But like an untouched phallic,
their minds explode before they realize:
1. the universe is infinite
2. respect is indifferent
3. god is in us all

III. So before death, we all drive
madly thru the oaks,
bouncing between life &
beautiful sleep.
Enjoy your strange wine,
vision giver, you’re too ugly
to hold your voice down,
and too shy to sing.

IV. Be drunk on your deathbed
so you can smile and say:
“Come and get me, fucker!”
Be silent in heaven so you can
inhale eternal poetry,
be humble so you’ll know the difference.
Kiss the stars each perfect breast, thigh, & lips.
Accept brutal hunger to
drive deep into twilight,
lost in curiosity & morose
tones, jubilant exile in
shadowed womb,
beneath the flooded promises.

V. So great: that salt, burnt skin,
that I don’t much mind giving myself
to strange gods and odd rhythms.

VI. Even though it’ll be a hundred yrs
before I surface and scrape a shallow
breath from the sky, eyes bloodshot, yet seeing
clearing for awhile, it’s…ahhh
I’ll dig my hands into my face
ripping off the worn pieces,
(I’m born again!)
Any actual likeness in this
life to reality, or heaven,
is done with a healthy dose of humor
and a fucked up sense or mortality.

VII. So we write & write & write $ write,
and take our prayers, crumble, rip, and throw
them away.
My last few customers bled before
my washed sight & made innocuous purchases
one after the other