Shower

Readily available

Found in spades

But never around

It's floundering in the surf

Of database searches

Where one plus one

Equals 3

Silver earrings and a comb

Sitting on my nightstand

From last night. 

The squeal of tires and the crunch of metal,

A whisper in my ear

Telling me to have another.

My body is limp and tired

Skating home 

But forgetting the address

I end up at your house. 

Inside I see him, clapping his hands and singing hymns. 

His eyes are bright yellow and jaundiced 

But his mood carries the moon on shoulders 

He cups your face and you smile

The smile I thought was mine

But never again

I stumble away. 

There's a park bench made of needles 

And a newspaper more ink than anything

I load the syringe and implant 

Thirty CC's of propaganda

And let my emotions tell me truths 

Your hair is in my drain. 

You left it for me.

It's mine now.