Heavy Metal
we think in thorium and mercury
jutting hips
like tailgate tableau
in heavy metal parking lots
we think in lead and radium
strutting lips
like streaked rearview
in heavy metal parking lots
lovers
and love
errs
periodically
you with a copy
of The Catcher in the Rye
alloyed in the waist
of your Levi’s—
we think in chromium and arsenic
cutting up and folding in
the acid trips
of heavy metal parking lots
we smoke
slam nuclei into each other
exist for a fraction
then disappear into other elements
Horror Sleaze Trash 