she extorts
and he proud
exorts
She kicks stones out on the road
they roll and roll
He sucks slow the cigarette
watching her from the corner
of her eyes
tank top and old soul
cinched up in all
her lovers
none satisfy what she
craves
the man with body
and eyes most brave

the creek drinks
shadows swaying
hypnotic
the slash of the
hot chrome
breath of exhaust
from exotics

shes rough and
rounded but
he stirs
the erotic

below from above
they merge like
specs
the shade
of the old brick
the raw roof
smoke drizzles
from the sharp
edged tooth
staring into the
blue of the
edge
shes at the curb
the little ledge
waiting
brother mother
father life
shes the sister
the friend
the once wife

inside the clock tics
and the flow goes
got to get his bundle
get back to what
he knows

thinks of an idle
dream
the stream awoke
the stone bed diaries
the roll and a woman
heads on the moss
while above an ocean
of vivid stars shone
he thinks of her
and starts to long

in tired boots he
shuffles his feet
the girl is gone
time to move from
the street

the imperfections
of all rejections
wear the mirror
of chrome to
a gentle fog
but he wears
his back
the scars
of the flog

carrying the duty
studying the beauty
its time to move on

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