Shotgun blowjob (before the smoke settles)

Late night.
Cracked pipe.
Rusty knife;
Chilled steel.
Dusty grief
Bleakly streaks
Age dried iron
Down sunrise daydreams.

Everyday it seems
She changes into someone new
Like crystal drops of weeping dew,
Silver webs of silenced moon
Hanging like heavy hums of doom,

Tangled through her midnight hair
Pulling back with tense hesitate
Expectations both savage and nought
Into their dampened cavernous lair
Where hot red rage of Aries ejaculates,
Screaming shattered shards of thoughts;
Scattering everywhere

Like...demons fleeing in pleasing flight
Bleating across the shackled night.

Hope spilling from crooked mouth in a smoky sigh
A smile on his lips and a tear in his eye.