Electricity made us Angels.

Electricity made us Angels.


dark palms throw their heads tribal under
streetlights. the superconducting night
in static on legs. i put my foot in
a puddle on your knee. you brush it
aside, you have to wear those pants again.
my shoe drops. open the bottle
of electrons, it's in the kitchen brewing
in drips, methane flame blues
plays on the ipod. where there was none
tension builds. ions in the ozone
of our eyes.















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when they touch you it feels like poison



you slide up next to me, slippery juice, a piece of mercury.
i move away but you follow gravity's well. you have s needle
in your tongue seeking vein. i'm close enough to hold pain
against your throat, but you're quicker, a stalling jet to my plain.
you know the release will disappear a llittle more so you
get your measuring tape, the video recorder, the digital scale.
but there's no accounting for the way the engine runs on this mix.
it perplexes you while you prepare a fix. acid reign in our bed,
the skin exchanged, the carrion, bled.