Replying to home alone: 7.20.04 and The Suicide Tobengo

'Home Alone: 7.20.04'
I say you look good tonight
You ask why
I smile
You laugh
We kiss
For a while
Oh, movie’s on
Better get my
Two dollars worth
We watch
You smile
My arms around you
You smile
I kiss the top of your head
I’d kiss the toes on your feet
(If you’d let me)
I kiss your lips
They’re sweet like fire
Candy, desire, and Brandy
I’m shaking so hard
My arms ache from holding
That pushup position
Over your body
For so long
We’ve discovered
What makes each other tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
It’s 1:05 and you should be
Home by now
It’s 1:05 and you should be
Alone by now
We’re breaking the rules
We’re breaking hearts
For a while we kiss
You laugh, I smile
You ask “Why?�
I say
“You look good Tonight.�


'Suicide Tobengo'
We can sit together at last
At this table sipping hard liquor
Smoking cigarettes, smoking hash
While we watch our friends and neighbors
Ten feet away on the dance floor
We can join them after we finish our drinks
Or, If you want we can go home now
We can steal a black Cadillac convertible
Because we are in Atlantic City after all
And drive home in the dark night, khaki
Along side the Atlantic We can take some
Angel Dust, it will get us home where
We can fuck
Until the sun comes up.
Or, If you’d like, mademoiselle,
We can put on our dancing shoes
You shady little creep
You dirty little slut
You fucking lizard bitch.
Yes, We can put on our dancing shoes
And we can get on that dance floor because
The music is enticing; Cobra’s venom,
Leather shoes, suede, Downsizing your denim
Sunglasses and cigar smoke and beautiful naked women dancing
Like they are going to explode
We can join them, if you’d like
And dance that Suicide Tobengo
Hands intertwined like roots
Feet shuffling to the rhythm
Your hips shaking
And pulsating against mine
But this is like a ride and we can’t get the hell off
Limbo, Bimbo. Get me the hell off.
I’ll inhale some more ether and pass out in an hour
And wake up to find that you have been up all night
Still Dancing.
That Suicide Tobengo
Razor to your wrists
Still shaking those hips, shaking
Its come to this and I’m shaking
Your wrists, shaking
The rhythms still there
But I’m the only one pulsating
Feeling for a pulse through the blood
And veins feeling
For a pulse through
The blood
And veins
Tasting your alkaline lips
A poisoned kiss
Inhale some more ether as
I fall to the floor beside you
Mademoiselle


im not fucking pretentious. im fucking 17.
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-steve

[i treat each day like its game seven in overtime.
born to shine at home and over border lines.]