Cars flood streets.Diamonds cut deep.
Sadly! —tattoos
Aren’t lined with pavement.
If so,
We’d carve ourselves up—
We’d fill in the voids—
We’d control beauty.
Our gnashing teeth, wet
With desire,
We’d crash the flivver kings
And hum dreamily —slouched back, eyes drooping—
As their smoking metal bodies
Burned ours bright.
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