Nobody Can Touch You

 

The world behind a twist of brass

More theoretical than empirical but still a world

Faceless and spineless and relentless

Pumping gas in a daydream

Buying bottled water with fashionable plastic

Two hands strangling the steering wheel

One mind searching the windshield

For strange

For answers

For a pulse on concrete

Strolling across damp sidewalks in neon shoes

Snapping photos of sparrows and tulips and nothing

Cigarette from hand to mouth to crushed underfoot

Cheap body spray stains every thought

Lipstick red like an open vein

His name sleeps on swollen tongues

Her name is a tumor, a rumor, a panic attack

Green light, caution light, funeral night

Slow down

Way down

Crawl back to the vanilla box

Brew a pot of bitter coffee

Toss worthless skin on the bedroom floor

Remember the percussion of need

The taunt of beautiful storms

The whirlpool of anxiety in your belly

The rancid scent of loss and longing

Because the world is a sexy, selfish grifter

A flirtatious carnival barker

Stay terrified and immune

Stay detached and incomplete

Latch the door, shatter the lamps

Nobody can fucking touch you now

 

 

 

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