SLICK
The thick liquid splatters
the pavement within us...
The trick licks the laughter;
the haven between us...
But word games are nothing
to swallow & spittle...
Everything's huge
with something so little.
The ooze & the glisten...
The shine & the gleam...
The streetlight -
it listens to the taste of the dream...
As the pull & the sparkle...
I trust savor stifle....
Remarkable thrust
from the queer flavored rifle...
And the bullets ejaculate
paint from the silence...
Bathed in the fluid
of sex and of violence.
Written By Jason Wright
MARCH 10, 2006