staccato graffiti

Half-heated happenings...

Would happenstance
ever stand a chance
of finding a true romance?

Better hurry the fuck up,
this might just be the
last slow dance.

Courage doesn't come easily
to the man with only one bullet

The discouraging nature
of your number two appeture
shits on my parade

Kodachrome film
twenty times five
clicks don't stand a
chance not to blur the
pricks of a thousand
needles burrowinglike silver groundhogs
through the smog of the product of our disinterested fire

To which you aspire?

Never thought I'd see the day
Hopes dreams,
foolish alliterations of conquests fade away
like so many sunrises

The man with eyes
cold steel through
heat anneals

And the temptress baptizes...