Ha ha. Charade in a graveyard mall
Crowds of people
Virus murdering Mercury jab.
Oh, you are so near.
I want to know you better.
I want to plumb and close your depths,
Feel your latitude,
Touch you because now I can
inhabit your skin
Let us trade lies and proximity
All that we love, all we disdain:
Giant gumdrop drinking fountains
Handfuls of rock candy mountains
Sustenance from our very marrows
Juice of our juice in a vial
Disease vector have-a-nice-day jab
beyond this lonely desert stretch
people flower, rows and columns
burbling human bouillabaisse
surface still, sound incandescent
soul-dragged, decadent, and oh so jabbed.
Your useless lips too cracked to open
words too mean to say
words mean too much to say
words feed empty air
you are so hungry, so lonely, but here you are
Oh my! Did I jab a skewed pattern in lipstick
There on your forehead counter—
Sixteen skewered by a wisp of smoke?
Yes you believe in my make believe.
Love and suffer more.
And I marvel at my lips for milking your soul
Jabbing it dry.
So jabbed now
You are so broken and so jabbed
Pumping flaccid bicycle tires
That nozzle so deep I have to tease it out
What is that spatchcocked against my teeth?
Sphinx shining with sniffling vindication
Strikes a pose but that sucker can pump
Back and forth like jerking it off
And you laugh because you are jabbed too