not camera shy
because the camera is your eye
and it holds my thigh
it follows my left arm
what does that eye do to charm
in such delirious ways
not waiting at the gate
when there’s a skin to permeate
baby don’t you come late
the fires are green and slow
what else is there to know
when you’re transmitted and received
a piece of charcoal around my leg
a pool of oil gathering
black vinyl in my veins
and then when i go to bed
i swear that nothing’s on my mind
i start dreaming immediately
all night
not superficial
if surfaces exist at all
and i answer every call
i broke out of my head
i like to go to bed
and dream immediately
