Acidic Interactions

Acidic Interactions
January 8th, 2012

And given the truth that
imperfection breeds sex
that

fogs

the window of your
washed out car...

I had no choice but to wrestle
water-logged fireflies
from your grasping, childish hands.

-

As the intertwined stench of night
sucked oxygen out of our bones
feeding acid to my
washed out
arteries.

It is the repulsion of day
that marries me to the waist-high
seas of precipitated fog
buried in
determined night.
[Framed
by this damp field.]

Because the defective
barometric pressure
of curdled carbon
di-(mono)-oxide sits
in Frankenstein pieces
wishing he knew if he was
death
or insignificant.

And every little piece of the monster
that sits in these veins breeds
alkaline contradictions.

My blood,
it grows.
And in it,
a seed.

Acid.