teeth like ice with crunch and drip,
shirtless from the sun-burn,
goose bumps, and scented oils,
and night-time summer breezes
well into the swirl of apathy and healing.
prehistoric stars meet contrived incandescence,
but dark-
ness tickles evil erogenous,
temptings for unknowable, a lust to
black and white, but better black.
soak up the mouth and gnash a drink with lemon
twist and twist and flavor of gods
hiding the burnt star among the powerful blue,
burned by vanity and the calm,
control of light and addiction,
games of ‘i love you more’
with the naked monster reflection
flexing shine and horn
to complement the lack of internal organs,
but ears listening to the rotations of worlds–
not this world, never this
currency of reality, the other only
it must be, a shock
to gray a shock to flowing red.
monster reflects (upon)
leaving the looker looking
into the negative silver.
