drive-in spacewalkA Poem by Nobody.drive-in spacewalk tremolo-o-O-o-O-o-(thud)-ooOuch! hey sexy gunslinger, chorus-kick
my globular thoughts into wobbly
orbit! fog forms
on the windows of my
wheelhouse head. we are
dry-humping Heaven’s wooden leg.
just because. higher.
faster. dance star-blur! dance like a
cracked out five-jiver in Hully Gully trance! it’s that
kind of party! we’re all
going to melt like emphysema birthday candles.
hand me
the ghoul net. schoolyard
sunbeams squirm the walls of an old
mason jar; no air-holes- no
fun-noodles- no twisty
straws to slurp chunks of inspiration from the
marshy black bottom of the sky. nothing- just a
naked universe bent over
her boss’s dark oaken desk. I feel
like I’m halfway to the finale, and she
hasn’t even noticed the starting gun. at some
games, we are all
amateurs. mutilate my
fair-skinned self-esteem, muffle my freckly
moans, scatter my
dusty bones like breadcrumbs. I’ll be
the sexiest wreckage in the junkyard. vroooooom!
butter-butter-butter! weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
pOp! (should’ve
brought more napkins.) © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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