Liquor Store Holdup....or (Afterimage)

Diving in your little black spot....the one you flee, but all for naught....hot on the heels...hot on the heels...hot on....and just plain hot....light draws that line and deeper still...infected wit...erected will....spend it spilling the dispenser...and the thought....of thoughts....upside down and deep outside...your afterimage lets me ride....and remember with my better self the arid air up on that memory shelf....disturbed and dusted....stirred like waxy trust and water...and some unforgiving friendship fodder...fly it in and pack it up tight....the ticky tack tape suggests a rape...but no...it’s the history of a come and go show...with ready witness on the watch...and that cold twenty-two aimed at your crotch...thrillseeking high and no hints of why...cash grab and cruise...made to win and born to lose...sharp chins and courage...twitchy little fingers...rage...rage on....rage right on in....that theatre of thought and hard knox heart...finish strong...fuck the start.