hungry in slack clothing
that fit
skeleton bits my body called
the shots
my body called
those nights sweating about sex
all that racket
my head made nervous quick energy
mixed tapes
and mixed drinks
thin on bourbon because
i could not get it
on a reguar basis
what was all that skin
all that desire
those eager moments where you have everything you want
and then nothing
quick as anything
headphone concerts and never know
minds
plenty of beaten science fiction paperbacks
to hide
how that turtle shell cracked
the hiss and the meat
the broken back yard skyline
too many telephone poles and wires haging
for birds and squirrel runs
one house so close
to what bodies call
a yard
what i did know my body called
what my body called anything
