Our Last Night

Marcy on the plateau shimmering
affixed in rotating positions like a dying snake
flickering orb of her pink mania
her smooth plump tabernacle
skewered skin reddening over my spit fire
sky in bottom purple burgeoning
a deluge
me salivating
whistling through the empty catacombs
   of my depleted heart

barren rifle, now a godforsaken weight
they would overcome the misdirection
they would find us in frozen diorama
Marcy on the plateau shimmering
me stumbling towards the light
   fumbling at my Zippo.

TA