"Another Run (of it)"

06/16/97

bluming red bombshells & girls, knockouts, concussions
red money billiards on green grasses o'er seas cold of gray
pink aster,
ottomans lying about with hired butlers jogging in place
beer cans crumpled in corners,
knees kicked up gently as you or i in another run of it

more tools i've never used attacking my waking head
forest mornings swearing your eyes to virgin witness
though you're a slut for bright moon shards already
perhaps you haven't seen the iron wrought

staircase black tie, gray hardness lie difficult
that same dream,
drive-by of brick-faced 'hospital-somehow' in the city
there lies the answers simply in an answering suspicion
white ice snowflake wrapped 'round your rib cage in anger, lashing
let me know whom owns my tears.

-huey