Bartok

[Guest Shiva H. Vishnu]

woodgrain

swirls fractals

round fingers

clutching sweating glasses

facades

faking faces

creep between clouds

smoking the shine away

stealing pathos

from a handful

of crumpled dollars

and sipping their deaths

through acid bathed fangs

 

it's a bitch of a day

when you're searching the eyes

of drunk strangers

for the color

of longing

the catch

of a

"yes".