salt of the labyrinth

i write poems on the metro.     

they have to be quite short

as it moves very quickly.

>      here is the one i wrote today.

>      it's hot on the metro

>  girls come polished

>  boots

>            eyes

>  teeth

>   and oops a daisy

>  got to watch your gestures

>  whachya wanna buy 

sexy phone  sexed up loan

>  sex a la carte

>  the ideal home?

>  i'll have what her belly button

>  leads to
since she's sticking it in my face

>  that forfended place

>  guarded by a botticelli cherub

>  wielding jimmy page's neon dick

>  aka - paradise

>  which sister rosetta tharp well knows 

is hot hot hot baby

>  hot as your hips

>  metro hot

>  salt lick dipped
in the tunnel of love and pickpockets

>  in the heat of desire

>  my vest my vest choo choo

>      something's ringing
my fucking hair is on fire.

i can't stop it.