the spectre of suburbia: save me from consequence

let's you and me take turns  
being worst
 
 
 
lie # 1: we will never lie to each other
 
lie # 2: i'm not trapped
a late summer's wasp under a glass still tacky with vile bourbon
past usefulness, doomed to die horny and angry, driven
to seek the sweetest thing and suck it all out
 
lie # 3: neither of us go in for i love you
unless we don't mean it
 
 
lie #:  
 
true:
 
 
your laughter is a whole meal
i want to take spoonfuls of it
 
 
in that taste i grip onto:  the palmar grasp of addiction
can i like myself?
can i be in love with you?
with me?
with us?
 
 
 
you've left me starving and sore
but let's not be a little bitch about it
drive me into a wall - i'll just say, like always,
fuck me
 
then fuck me up
to fuck again