two lizards tales

shads wastes away
like she has your spirit
in her. if true, then she's
the portrait and you're the one
shooting heroin and fucking
young blond russian girls.
or maybe boys. or maybe both.
(come on, it's a side you
prolly should explore

hey, at least i'm letting you have sex.
you always liked seeing yourself
 in writing but weren't sure
which was you, or if any one was.
trust me when i say
they all were, especially the ones
i met before you.  
if anyone heard the poems
i brought to read that night
 it was a miracle composed of
two assorted lizard tales, quick fr:ozen
on the worst christmas ever
and a pinch of confidence
leaving me holding the leftover
appendage between my fingers
while you make your escape again.