Fluctuating Ballistic

 
I smell tasteless things on you
I just might partake
Don't scream, or I'll leave it there
For our short time,
Buy me your new flesh

You graze on my cheek,
And draw back a slivered hand
I turn to look,
And you open the breaker switch
Just in time for me to remove another article

I wandered in deep,
Right into your hard wake
Following, I weaved and cast away
Pilot of a leather body
Owner of the threadbare eyes
Relieve your holster of that sidearm
Let's dance


© 2010 Matthew M. Danielson

[No.3] Solve Coagula/Chapter 1: Four-Ton Miniature