GET LOW
after Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
the bass guzzles and
i drink its friction. i watch
as sweat-drenched thighs throb
and ripple, slick with light to
the beat. and my eyes eat flesh
*
i fill my cup. the
floor is full of thirsty men
made of eyes. we were
all raised by the same father;
we are all the sons of eyes
FIRE
sand smouldering
screaming
a buckshot dart from an ancient star
it was summer
(they were smiling)