They been murdering humans for love a long time before some st.valentine, but still
In the fucking loneliest,
staring out to the bay every night,
period of my life,
I read your words in a letter
as a storm blew up like clockwork
at four in the afternoon
on a Tampa Saturday summer day and as the sky turned black and palm trees became rubber in the rain I knew that I was not alone.
Girls in Nightmares
I saw a ghost of a girl I used to know
in the vapors that came out of your mouth
freezing as the molecules hit the air or was it smoke
from the engine running in your guts.
The vapor became a mist that became a fog
twisting into a torrent of a dozen other girls
I talked to in bars with their words and their tongues
their eyes, there skin, and their vapors in their lungs.
Greek Statues on TV
Watching a black & white kid Wayne Newton
sing on the Benny Goodman so
being aired by some forgotten satellite derelict channel
as I slurp condensed soup
and smear prayers all over my lips
Did you know Wayne Newton blows the horn?
I sure as hell didn’t.
Wheels keep turning in the direction they started,
you just don’t realize they are wheels,
until they carry you off and then understand
you’ll never be home,
you’ll never find them around the bend,
you’ll only be at home on the wheels
that never stop
just keep going.