White Corpse Smile

Up all night

On speed,

No sinkholes.

...Reality reeks

Of the extra-

particulars...

Eyes leak miracles,

And we lose

Ourselves

In the repeats...

...Sprinkler on, and all

Aglow...

Come meet me on

The tracks tonight!...

...Don't wear anything...

The lines beneath your

Ruined eyes

Alight my passions

As we pitch like stones

Into the lake beneath

The bridge...

Hold your breath,

And drop

Your gait...

Up all night,

And floating

With a white corpse

Smile...

©

2018

Bunny Villaire