please,
I
ain’t
never
opened
both
lips
against
cold
kisses,
Milky bone blossoms riveted to
black stairs keyed up and
queer suite ladder
to nowhere.
can’t be heard after the transmission of
our male voices aloud and pale, boney
fingers punching out scales
And ticking off time
whimpering out bound feet to
echoing tune.
A stage to perform, things in movement.
quick to crash and fade and tremble when
it starts and when it ends.
And force towards the heavens, radio black night
flickering stars and their glittering decay broadcasted from within.
Punch and shake with a tightened jaw,
eyes beyond sight sparkling and dead.
Posing Nothing
Conrad Prebys Music Center - UCSD, San Diego, CA
April 12, 2013
Artists: Todd Moellenberg, Matt Savitsky
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