parties and junkies

I shot the junkies
poisoned the party goers
cleaned up the streets
and went back to the suburbs of my heart

And I remember
standing naked
in your living room

while you threw a party
for somebody else

I should have gone home then
gotten my gun
put two in my heart
and laid the last junkie to rest.

morning after

open up my brain
sun-drenched
morning
on the porch
breeze in my curls
and the sound of water

the night in a blur
through smoke
through the haze

could I spend my summer here?
hiding away
birds, dogs, and parties.

5000 mile salad

hiding
your arms
a safe haven

hiding
your room
an island

but this
cannot go on
its unsustainable

like the 5000 mile salad
caught between
the energy crisis
and my hunger

wanting
always wanting.
unfilled.

gorging myself
on you
yet
still empty
hiding
away
in your
arms.

No safe harbor

on the 5
at midnight
think of you
light a cigarette
fire in my heart
smoke in my eyes
my hands are now
to busy to phone