just when you think you have it all
together
some kind of rage/despair
comes up
like semen like salmon
like the meal you made
---like black widow preying mantis—--
of yr. mate, comes up
like the way it hurts to be
touched, embraced, and then
NOT
affection
inviting
imitation
TAKING
OUTWARD back to its own goal
line leaving some lone
some scrawled little love
note from
the underground
like just get
the fucking ratshit hell
out of
here BAM! & suddenly
the sirens
are in full
passion red lights flashing all the heart
beat
calendars crossed
off firemen with those big
hoses between their
legs jaws of
life red lips of
open
wounds suddenly
you may see a
stranger the moment
itself open
ing into
eternity and
nothing and
the scars
we leave
on those
we love