cadillac hearse drives thru snowstorm

the steam heat turns my skin into dust
I remember you're in reno
I remember, like Elvis
the karate in making that love

there ain't no rock and roll
here at four a.m.
friendly fire is asleep in the bedroom
but apt to get up, coughing w/her alleries
or I'd jerk off
to the acrid guitar music
of your remembered flesh

–all those cars
—the occasional couch
—the stolen bed

well/some chances are crazy
and sometimes I gamble
you don't/that's why you're still alive
somewhere in the desert
while my skin turns to dust
in this silence



Springfield,Illinois
February, 1982