I’d rather have
pedestrian ones like my husband
He just dismantles greasy engines
reassembles them in his sleep.
all I do is tumble
rumble through unlit desolate
worlds teetering to destruction
bleached eyes kissed with fear
skipped trip through endless corridors
dark confusion, lips reaching for a kiss
missed the target
tongue hunkering teeth clicking
anguish translating to these
future gloom filled amphitheaters
streaming down and around
I aim to survive elbowing through throngs all
doomed to expire fish lips puckered for that old kiss
racing through hallways looking
hold me, I’m yours I jump hurdles like a foaming stallion
I really hate this part
the part where I die
every fucking dream I die in the end.