WAX TWILIGHT

NO VACANCY

blurry satellite idle
hot dry air on your naked legs
in the shadows your eyes
drift hot and tender
your anger sharp as a shiv

beneath our atrocity fields
flutter memories
like fresh crystalline snowfall
pure and cut right

boxes of black and whites
sepia in the drawn open
hideaway lights

toes on the radio knob
and a cigarette from
cinnamon lips

shift the crooked hip
never healing from the crash
the metal plates
and skin graphs

the motor sleeps
grumbling
water on chinese
wire cardboard take
out and pamphlets
food banks
and welfare start up

cheap saturation perfume
stress and sweat
a sweetness this old
wreck holds
like a moving room
full of sunlight
and faded hope

leaning behind the wheel
staring beyond the lights
of town
suffused soft and faded
drifts
upon drifts
melting on the safety
tint

we are options
on dealer titles
our lives flickering
like archive neon

we need a dream
wrapped in paper
milled like a hot
shower bar
to wash away
the filth

wash away the wings
wash away the
weariness