A cup of coffee on these ceramic
mornings so that I might feel life warming
up to me- the same way a mechanic
feels it by laying palm on the humming
engine of a restored GTO, or
the sparkplug fingers of a becoming
girl mistaking a lit cigarette for
a pacifier as she slips nicotine
and not her tongue between my dry lips, or
Please dear god something other than a mean
hangover and a throat sore from singing
love songs to the back walls of nightclubs, cleaned
out by my own creations, needing more
pollution from the girl who had to leave.
mornings so that I might feel life warming
up to me- the same way a mechanic
feels it by laying palm on the humming
engine of a restored GTO, or
the sparkplug fingers of a becoming
girl mistaking a lit cigarette for
a pacifier as she slips nicotine
and not her tongue between my dry lips, or
Please dear god something other than a mean
hangover and a throat sore from singing
love songs to the back walls of nightclubs, cleaned
out by my own creations, needing more
pollution from the girl who had to leave.