Bohemian Like Me
Long kicking rivulets of saliva
saturated numb with clove spice
run between the cracked valleys
snaking through the arid terrain
of my lips.
Took up smoking Djarums
after kissing me silly
after tongues in ears
& all this junkie ass thinks about
is getting back to that taste.
I tell you
like I tell anyone
I’ll never ask you
To drink my Kool-Aid
I want to be up front about that shit
So I can keep wondering
if that isn’t the deal breaker
when you take a photo of your pup
to the Black Rock arts fest
to ask if anyone has seen her
since she bolted
from your communal love tent
Even though I’m back here
at your apartment
taking care of her
while you’re out a ‘festin
I pull another DJ
light it
& draw
deuce coupe 