can’t see the bottom the
surface is this
beautiful pearl white
i heard your voice from the other
room cold bathroom floor i
am a little lost here let
me fix that for you he
rippling metal scale he
arches that back spines wild
animal teeth the surface was this
beautiful pearl white against his
mirror from no actually,
i don’t trust you
matchstick says against the cotton wick
i don’t believe you says
a spool of thread yes he
actually said that to me says the
worn plastic receiver
the air smells like sulfur here
because of all the decay
it’s
man’s nature can you believe it? he says another drink maybe the
steel cafe chair bites you haze
settles over los
angeles