I
don't wanna
know
your name
I
don't care
I
say that over
and
over again
I
say it
I
don't care about your
haircut
your pants your ironic
sweatshirt
mustache face-plant
your
naked flesh revealed
in
hope of temporary Nirvana
the
flashing hope in your eyes
at
least some white flashes
of
light inside your eyelids
every
once in a while
head
tilting back in ecstasy
some
black stitches
inside
your bottom
lip
hanging loose in shock
after
such a fall
happening
like children
toes
curling into myth
off
the bed and onto the dirty carpet
I
understand your paranoia
but
still want you naked
all
over my fantasies sweating
writhing
like a jerk-off
on
the shiny cold hood
of
any number of overpriced
hotel
rooms the champagne
arriving
too late
and
all you heard them say was
pain
yes pain again
I
don't wanna wreck your vision
or
upset the apple turnovers
already
in session
in
league with a whole league
of
lonely wolven travelers
John
Lennon fans each one to
a
man a woman a consenting
adolescence
spent wandering
the
horny back seats of
America
radio light the only
chance
of survival the station
signal
like your memories of
virginity
distant fuzzy and not
quite
in line with what's outside
the
fogged up windows
flashing
lights and the knock of metal
flashlights
on glass
I
don't care who sees me naked
erect
like standing stones
cold
with every tooth chattering
red
and blue
flashing
like a disco
they
don't care about our notions
our
expectations or our truth
they
only know if they feel sympathy
and
people like us
make
them root
for
the bad guys winning
if
only while naked
pried
like a pearl
from
a desperate backseat
wound
tight in confusion
shirt
balled over my crotch
I
don't care I say
hair
a deadened tangle
teary
eyed and ready
I
don't care
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