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I had not remembered
the sound of your
ear rings
singing in my teeth
before
those nightmares.
Those nightmares,I still
will not admit
were of you.
were of you.
We laid back
a lewd
blue-hued
sound track,
screaming
to the sweaty
click clack of
my wooden beads
on your
smiling teeth.
We Played That
Phantom Pantomime
of our dream-time
breathing
songs
of atrocity and art.
We got
shot in the guts
took our cuts down to the bone,
shone our pretty eyes,
telling lies like
"to hell with our hearts".
I should d have known
I'd not
quite outgrown
our memory just yet.
Waking to the
taking of breaths
scented true blue
and stinking like you.
I find I'm still
entrenched
in the sweat-enriched
stench we left
clinging to my soul.
stench we left
clinging to my soul.
You cleave
to me
with ghosts of
sleazy smiles
and
miles don't mean shit!
When it
will always be too easy
to get lost in those
half-heard words
your surprise colored-eyes
left smoking on my tongue.
Baby you always make it
too hard not to
capitulate when we
create such devastating
versions of our
diversions.
create such devastating
versions of our
diversions.
Your wake leaves
me sated and shaken
in a half-lame
bifurcated game
run by
fickle flights of fancy,
and
bloody-toothed romance.
The bruises from
our occasional dances
hijacking my
boring days in a
haze of blazing
glory and
glittery haste
tasting of your sweat.
While we take trips
too beautiful to describe
and inscribe each other
with lazy razor tongues
and liar's eyes.
Then we wave our laughing
half-hearted
good byes
and I lay and lie
in other men's eyes.
While you live
lives
I care not to share.
But baby there will
always be
dark nights
and bad-mad-dreams
of you and of seeing our
beads smacking
in lust-rhythm-time.
When I'm too real to
deny and too false to feel.
Where your Ghost breathes fire
and there's blood grit in my teeth.
These then
are the true tales
I dream of us.
And despite
the sweat and that
sweet sweet hunger,
I wake up howling, and I feel fine.
