the royal timekiller

there are several cuts on my arms
and just now i noticed a vein popping up
in my right middle finger. a bruise appears
on the skin from an unfelt injury,
this hands become more translucent
each day., soon, infrared light will pass
through me as if i were ghost bones
and less. i spray painted some metal
for work, still wearning the overspray
through an hour in the pool, ten minutes
in the jacuzzi. the smell of bleach
couldn't dampen the pheromones
that ran in workout rivulets
and fog on the glass, breaths
mingling on the lined up elipses
sweat from the last body on the machine
available to soak up, sans
towels,  the rhythm of the leg press
the hamstring, the tower, where well toned
limbs slide back and forth
  over machines in techno time
all eyes watching   form
in the mirrors.