| UNLOCKED DOORS, SHE IS BIKINI Unlock the door girl, Cry baby, cry Lock lip & soak Baby, I am back I see her when I drive by the hospital & think that should she junk crash She'll be in good hands She'll get docked on house arrest Her legs are old glory, Still beautiful Her lips remind me of wet lakes, Smooth questions She eyes me & says Please meet me, A weeknight, preference She says step back, let me evaluate She says we are all addicted to something She says she has an MBA in the management of dope & men That she can use to downsize anytime in her economy She has mile laugh Lines & tight squeeze Rope burn hands thumb jeans Tangled clothes in spin-cycle arms, Wrapped around an out-breath take back what you just said I want to be like you, only to lust you All this laughing, All is dumb & mind the squat, keep clean Girls dancing in hot skirts working up the dirt floor Slippery & broken through two speakers Thumping thunder & slurring poems Undrunk, this love Knock knee woman Blown ears See factual account Ignite things, throw off shirt Naked, a car asleep Can't remember when to recognize Scribbling as code, or symbol Somebody change the animation Sweetness, indie films Rolling in like a lost father late on payments But Jack is sober & marked by less bully-moves Saw pee on the faucet in a rest stop near Chicago I thought that I was ghost riding Begging for full-grain Begging for long bright signs Begging for beacons blinking In the dream, she stopped hanging with dance crowds I saw boys leaning against boys leaning against girls leaning against girls Hot balance, Streamlined gender Group shot photo collage Time is an hourglass of tipped sand, All caught fighting, Grasping for air, a hand Lipstick ladies spilled on the carpet Luck is running out, Fake it, make it Big moments, Lola finds her niche This manipulation of streets, Hard admission Lucid nightmares Behavior, a snap shot A shag carpet, slow toe boogie Tiled kitchen floor Dark is day when all he sees is fluorescent Baby, pick me by the poke door I am waiting, Sure enough to undo, Timely enough to rub in Sight, 50 feet away- she is bikini Shut lid & nothing said Red hand cold waving 50 feet away, She jumped off bridges of reason into a rainy moment Marble memos, Solid stenos Sold to dollar boys with loaded pens & Boxes of photos She, cross-legged Stretching for stars, a yoga pose Broken toilet handle, unattended Running City, believe in yourself Her left foot toe-touches ground Sound, a shifting of arms Scratching her nose, sun light He sees her in the mirror, Soluble lips pressing together his name Hello, asshole She is waking up, big-trucked cities Paragraphs Quickly read, everything Quick time She told me in tears, I'll catch you someday! I'll see the castle of your shadow and love you with my lips He knows she will be cornered in foreign country Armed & hunched w/ unshakable decisions, Loud is her distortion and I am an excuse Contributor: Matthew Wascovich
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