Teen-Rage

Ok so when I leave I’m gonna need a neon cowboy hat, a switchblade, 2 scorpios in a jar, a nice salt shaker, and a kimono. A basketball, a skateboard, and I still need a plastic face mask with some makeup on it. This list is getting long. Typewriter, vicuña, lemon trees. And we went sun bathing under the neon lights in Vegas, there was churches that were painted pink. Her kiss was like lilac-silk spilled milk, soft and sweet. Heaven, drowned us against the neon shadows. What touching skin could leave behind. One smile that a memory cannot erase. He said her legs spread apart like banana peels, they were gentle like scorpio venom; Sedating you till you cannot breath, wrapping tightly to your surrendering dreams. The night was hot like his breath next to the high brow of my skin, we searched for the pulse that was the high in us giving in. Cut open like two frogs boiling till they burst in blood. I wrapped his hand in leather my name inside it tethered. A sky full of gasoline tears. Snuffed under the endless venom of a kiss. Teen-rage napalm sands across the burning sky, sulfur up-ward to the never ending road that twisted like his veins, and the red and blue in between us. All floated like electricity. For who could care now about the past, as the future was too great to mesmerize.