she’s art
sometimes
black lipstick
damp eyelashes
i look at her in the
pitch dark, pitched sharp
my eyes are aching
there’s ringing in my head

train tracks
bend
         the
                killing
                           route

mother
come home
picture
perfect

art on the street
desperate criminal beauty
wrecked for love

spray paint
dripping down my arms
sliding
            down
                       to
                            you

hands slip slide
with white and blue
clutch together
when we dry
we’re stuck

kissing under the
hood of the night
warm
            mouths
                             want
                                         need

vivid chromatics on the street
desperate criminal beauty
we are
wrecked
for love