Evenings after the end of the world
Sunset cracks the sky and slips through
In streaks of red and ultra-violet, pollution-fantastic
A perfect complement to the sounds of bats
Some smartass at the college gave them baby faces,
And now no one wants to lay down arsenic-
My landlady saw one body and burst into tears and
I'm going to have to lock my kitten in.
I found a tattoo on my heel last night
I think it happened sometime in the morning.
I nodded off on the train, against the plasti-glass.
When I woke up I was leaning against a monster.
He smiled at me and shook my shoulder
With his squishy white tentacle.
His collar was high- it didn't suit him.
The tattoo shows a curling, smiling creature
Ears trailing like a comet tail, eyes sparkling
Teeth pricking my bone like thorns, and then
I feel its tiny tongue lick my ankle from the inside.
I'm fairly sure it's moving when I sleep.
It's good to have a friend.
At least I think it's good to have a friend.
My windows got bent up while I was sleeping
I'm not sure how- they've twisted into bubbles
into painted devilish night-things, into froths.
I grimaced and I brewed a pot of coffee
Then threw the liquid across and heard it scream.
These things will die if hit with something loved.
My father's smell- the brewing coffee- boils.
Be careful. That's the thing- you have to be.
under the floating refuse of the moon
at night things change, things creep and dance and brighten.
There are no longer street-people, not since
Someone mixed the genes of dogs with rats.
Don't look down.
Tomorrow night I'll crawl underground
The tattoo's spread, it's hit my stomach now
Curlicues of smoke, of laughter, crawling,
Touching, changing me.
Tonight will tell.