line hung you upside down.
I heard the cracking knees
the aching back.
the dinosaur heads with their brief cases
ascending huge sets of stairs
read what they could never write
sprayed the few drops
of gray must,
aching in their old urethra’s,
on to you and me.
they ate your words, said mine weren’t enough.
A man’s heart knows when it is beat,
a man also knows when the line is taught.
I say let the police come,
I say let them come just in time
to watch us burn one of the dinosaurs down.
AS for the whores and booze,
let em come too,
we’ll want to get fucked up afterwards.