| 4 Y E A R S |
| Sand twisting between toes shadows and traffic fights, subways sad air, dripping meat pies, into tunnels, starless and still, brilliantly mundane, lattice of cross atlantic thrills, and here in the surface nights, cooked in oil, down deep, wrapped and devoured, the sun's heat alligators and wrens twisted hair, wine glass dance and tequilla blood thin, we have miles under our fingernails crushed cloves, fragrant landscapes, and sizzling slices of pumping, gushing bloody, hearts, sleeping beneath crooked trees torn and caught on weathered fences, and tripped knees swallowing sharks and sea shells, breathing ancient dusts, the crumbling ornate city stairs of circumstance and winding buildings, licked in foreign tongues, we have depths trapped in our treads |
| road map bathrooms and dingy club lights, forced on doors, slippery fingers in overcrowded bars, concrete stains and satin cabs, 4 am pizza with neon lit lingerie, of tomorrow stoops rattling car alarms, gnarled news, and roomate chairs rusted in snow storms, awkward spaces, wicked corners made of sleepless fire escapes, we have worlds between our cracked lips teeth marks, and flying scars, small hollows between, sleep and dreams, limbs stretched over alpine sloped backs, thighs s p r e a d for moutain rain, tips touch, muscles moved release, crumbled bed sheets, slivers of light morning, moans sticky horizons, hudson river glares, alarm clocks, and calendar days, pass we have ever tomorrows like every night. |