Unlimited Snake Wine

that night your face looked like a dozen separate windmills under construction delays due to ongoing litigation between the city and the city's ex-wife & i mean that in the best way i mean        i mean that your face         was like a beautiful inertia held        in place by bad blood because             you know    bad blood is         still blood      you know blood is what pulls any moment         back in   towards         itself                like         a car crash in reverse spitting blood onto the gravel spitting blood onto your face & you spitting blood back onto mine our love like a car crash in reverse from collapse to        calamity to calm nothing here even remotely ready           to detonate    i say            & you say         to shut up running a gauntlet of           wiffle ball bats &    sneers at your art         from your racist uncles dead    drunk on decisions       &   oh man        you look         so good         in your underwear like       the winner of     a game show                where         the grand    prize is             an orgasm like the loser of     a game show        where    the punishment is        unlimited snake wine this connection        growing tinny in         the corners of the           evenings where we need the bodies       of those        we    love            to shatter in their beds                to prove that       we know         how       to eulogize                   too stoked                 about your demons &            too scared         to deal with    mine                this corrosion   in    the lining of the year across the edge        of always in the rain   exhaled as smoke     towards the corner   the    the corner     in the rain   the city     deflating like a         lung                 can't    remember when the last time was         that i could muster the             enthusiasm to act like i knew         what i was talking                about &        how        sobs echo lazy        down the dark    gullet of train tunnels hey   meet me at the corner   at the   diner    at the library   wherever     but here               & me demanding       penalty & clemency           & maybe        a plane ticket depending on how the first two     are received         your     mouth like a dog    jumping over     a river & my hands like two hands       clenching   hard on     nothing much in particular    explaining the concept of a cemetery to a horse        i'm not trying        to make something   important             i'm just trying to    dig at death as         soft &           deliberate as           a surgeon    signing their name in stitches                 at the bottom right corner                 of an operation                happy birthday to what's unspoken             happy        birthday to all of us lollygagging    our catharsis until it ruptures on the table            it's    so     nice                 everyone    so very dead         so very soon unlimited snake wine        for the table unlimited snake wine           for america unlimited snake wine        for all        that ails you     health benefits         include never ever having to         say goodnight or i'm sorry          grabbing on to something inside & pulling til it breaks        guaranteed virility        the sense that everyone hates     you   but        finally     knowing why        learning karate        burning the blight        out     your brain becoming a conspiracy theory     bursting with with fragile light          butterfly        teeth            defusing   the bomb of miracle         rolling slowly    to a stop          at the foot          of the stairs do you think       you could   spot me        some cash          i don't       get paid         til friday