Dust and Bones

Friday night
Crickets singing in the breeze
The world is in such a rush
And NoOne is going anywhere
Bonfire Vanities weep in escrow
And Junk smiles in my veins
Lucid moments cum before Nod
Drifting off into oblivion
Lost Boys jack off
Wiping their hands
On their thighs
Licking spew
From the corners
Of their eyes

She opened up her thighs
and Death smiled
The echo from the chasm
Reverberates orgasms
Her claim to fame
A royal whore
Once held as a concubine
Of Ramses the Not So Great

She
inched her skratchy wool
Houndstooth skirt upwards
Slowly revealing more skin
Exposing time…
Road maps, and blue rivers
Vericose veins
Satellite images upon
her legs

Dry wall cracks
Sand paper Howls
Hollow walls filled
With Plastic dreams
And
Liquid debauchery

boom Boom BOOM
The rattle and hum
Of two Wolves dancing
Caught in leopard spandex
Fighting for their lives
Their ohhhh So
Lonely
Existence