Couldn't Even Say

Sunlight drinking coffee like
striking matches in the dark
when neither of us really want to

A spit of blood & a somersault across the
sidewalk with those ping-pong eyes
racking up the numbers.   You should

just get the tattoo & book the difference
as etched in the near-death hangover index
stutter of faulty wiring short curcuit sparks

I wanted to wreck my eyes on a clear
morning sky where threads of crystal hum
the strains of some antique doo-wop

w/you up there doing the chainsaw twist