Talk Down

On the creeky tip top of your plastic slide 

we huddle on the same axis as the stars 

hold each other up then you dive headfirst

into the pool you paid for in cash

and I sway down the hallway to knock

on your door. Kurt Vonnegut Frank Zappa

or Beach Boys memorabilia—

you have a lot going on right now

for instance, medical problems

     (blood in ejaculate)

                                   other women,

                                                          band practice,

for now

this is a special night, we gathered in the parking lot, split off, met up again

I don't know about tomorrow; I might plunge 

to my death tonight,

after all, we are 

up on the platform before the drop 

above the ladder and looking over the fence 

and one of us lets go first but I forget who

and follow you to your bedroom

and you kiss me with your teeth.

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