I am the bone under city skin
dreaming the color of gasoline
and red mouthed spark—
black tire rubber tongue—
Béla Lugosi dark lipped grin
Steve McQueen cigarette lipped grin
I am the bone under city skin
orange neon jellyfish electric—
black petrol tongue—
violet mouthed—
blue eyed and yellow eyed and wire eyed—
Amelia Earhart chapped lipped grin
I am the bone under city skin

I am the bone under city skin dreaming the color of gasoline and red mouthed spark— black tire rubber tongue— Béla Lugosi dark lipped grin Steve McQueen cigarette lipped grin I am the bone under city skin orange neon jellyfish electric— black petrol tongue— violet mouthed— blue eyed and yellow eyed and wire eyed— Amelia [...]

one hundred seventy
one hundred seventy

Steve McQueen I’ll dig you up and we’ll go out and see the night and drink and sleep-in late and if we get lonely we can find the long white grave of John Kennedy or even Theodore Roosevelt and drive out to the lake and go swimming in our underwear and pull ourselves out of the water wet and slick and smiling like little boys

Steve McQueen I’ll dig you up and we’ll go out and see the night and drink and sleep-in late and if we get lonely we can find the long white grave of John Kennedy or even Theodore Roosevelt and drive out to the lake and go swimming in our underwear and pull ourselves out of [...]

one hundred thirty five
one hundred thirty five

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