Nicotine Wiggle of the Carcinogen Cowboy
what have we become? watch close
you might see
static positions
a voice lost somewhere behind the headboard.
hidden sinkholes in a sandbox
a breath drifts
from one strange mouth
to the next
erections rearrange the gal
while the carcinogen cowboy
does the nicotine wiggle
a voluptuous
cigarette butt bouquet
blooms in the ashtray
next to her head.
palm sweat is dispersed
in a kung fu drizzle
that reeks of
Marlboro menthols
and Budweiser
Horror Sleaze Trash 