Friday, July 23, 2010

The Way You Taste

Radio lines hum hum hum in the rain the way we slide into black sea crests, AM frequency 3AM frequency hums in the cones centrifuge like God's last ugly firestorm, firestorm hits the sea and it's oily Hell lighting up the curves in your cheeks is that a smile? i like it when you smile do you like it when i smile or does it remind you too much of the hanging in the street the way fireworks lit up that woman's last look at the neighbor's dog what a fucking awful thing to see before you die even if it was a good dog, he always was a good dog, we understood each other that way and that's what i like about you listening to Dylan and trying to forget the death under the skin but it isn't working so we'll just hold each other now and listen to the hum hum hum of radio lines that draw us together in chorus.