Danger Mouse

In a Devil’s Town
we had the longest summer
with word games and
the heaviest belts
around our necks

I cried when you left
to play with fire

Clash songs

In the din of Middle Earth,
bits of flying things
accompany
your shopworn skin
into my mouth
I taste you with my tongue
savoring

I knew you would be so sweaty
sweet

If my desire were tangible
you would kill yourself
before its wake
terrified

If the phone doesn’t keep ringing
you can never learn all the words to my songs

When you are ready
to wrestle again
you know where to reach me