a tire swing confessional booth tear-drops between us
our portrait cut outs ramble about station wagon homes and rest stop showers
the noose of amusement frames a make believe getaway
itching but patient we sneak kisses in rumbling laundry rooms
car hop dates spiral into laments melting ice cream stains my passenger
funeral chimes resound from your skull but I hear wedding bells

an inmate to emancipation bars you twirl around your mother's shanks
sibling ankle weights keep you captive and have me playing in the prison yard
sleeping in the overdue womb has placed strangers in your windows
your bloodletting mimics the maternal curse that is lorded over you

a fist of platinum yanks the gears I bark with canine abandon
white-knuckled follicle reins reconstruct an umbilical leash
a mother descends into dependence upon her daughter a botched graduation
flexing frightened fibers I display my blunt teeth to the lowly matriarch

a blade rises from the cutting board an appendage of mama bear terror
the threat slashes kitchen air winds of homicide skirt across my cheek
weaponized loneliness strikes but that woman has a terrible grip
stainless steel stumbling I grab you as if we're in bed and conclude our rehearsal

brute taps collide on ceramic transparency violet beams separate
a silver shield disrupts my slumber waking me to an empty mobile bed
naked souls scuff asphalt sharp wrists clang against metallic scarfs
Alone and cruising you must have left while I was away
photographs strewn about with pathos capture all your best angles
a pale canvas with deep and erratic colors your blouse gives you away
florescent accusations burn into my scalp as I soil the chemical shadows
a television anvil strolls in with malicious intent fuzz emulates me
this doppelgänger pillages under eagle eyes idiotic attempts to survive
foaming and absent he tugs on you and I lurch at the screen
"Who took my place? Who stole her? Why aren't you looking for him?"
"We have found the man we were looking for, now it's time to come out."

state lines become sighs home grows more abstract with odometer moans
you scorn me for not downloading pivotal themes yet the stereo sings sweet
blond blankets my lap and adorable snores scale my goosebump rock wall
i am careful not to rain on you it's never pleasant to be woken by a storm

sand clogs our ambition lazy mornings stretch into hot naps and discovery
aquatic pulsations frame our bodies a grinding floor wrinkles the shore
sleepless but not from intruders' glares rather lack of eyes upon us
matter gains holy significance as I reach into the curse you seductively carry

a motel splurge has led to a bathtub breakdown a huddle of depravity
saline solutions trickle down composite curves draining to a darker mire
a bomb in your belly we wrap each movement with history on the mind
you beg for a fiberglass operation table but I use lack of tools as an excuse

diffusing the explosive with abstinent affection your eyes lose center
you a lousy navigator i a gullible pilot steer us into oncoming terrors
hide and seek in gas station aisles I fail to ever find you
you burrow into membrane crevices my digging gave me secondhand sickness
a crimson parachute regains your breath the iron flood ends the nightmare
void of a passenger our garden falls into disrepair immune to creation