Tiny oblivion sinking in throat
Explodes and itself
In liver.
With passing exhales of smoke.
Flashing secret smiles.
My life orbited three streets
And two corners.
Under nose lights
Abandoned churches
Now recording studios
Or tattoo parlors.
Warm fuzzy orb
Growing in gut
And all you have to do
Is sit there and look at me
Like that.
Drowned by
These harsh red lights.
All this
Fleshing melting into another
And I will stand there
Alive with pleasure or whatever
Looking back at you.
James Milanesi is a Phiadelphian poet who is retroactively late for work.
He is the curator and founder for a collective called Poet’s Row. His
latest chapbook, Momentary Sweetheart, is published with Bottlecap Press.