a short drive under a strange sky

don't smoke in here
it makes me sick

the starpoints in your hair are too hypodermic

maybe but mostly they are tricky

his hand brushes her thigh:
small sparks of copper cores

I like touching the sounds of fingerholes

so. turn on the radio.

the essential shape of music has been lost

her sigh:
a white-tipped quetzal feather
floating

his smile:
a laughing harbor


~the cocao pod~

was a long tubular building
set in the lowlands of the old dynasty
the parking lot was basically one giant pothole
with a few monstrous weeds cracking the cracks even further
smack above the entrance
hung a newish neon sign pulsing the name of one band:
the elastic insect orchestra

no one we know is here

don't beg me to dance
& please try to keep your intoxication
straight and clean

LOL

they move too swiftly thru the thick crowd
and she knows without looking
that he has pulled up his gargoyle face

settled in the smooth cool bar stools
of the
time slips away
lounge
she feels his face turn slowly back to normal

sometimes
depending on how stoned she was
this face switching scared her for no good reason
except..

you have to get beyond that

out of what seems like nowhere
a barmaid appears
she is wearing young
seamless skin
and a short tight dress
cut outs around her
large
nipples

dark lights of the soul

OHShutUP!

two double vodka suns

with lots of ice, please

nipple girl nods once
and walks away

did you set the vehicle on auto-drive

did you take a shower today

why, you like my manly scent

alrighty then, let's turn around and meet again

slipping his right arm around her waist
he whispers
I was joking about your starpoints, they are beautiful