Hand me Downs

cigarettes and purple velvet
vegan insurance
and the moths float around my halo
tenth house teeth district
bite down
open your windows to let a little air in
stale dead air we both sit in
lengthly conversations about
about
about amusement
the fingers reach for the bottle
one for the mask, and one for the penetration
one for the chipper mood and remote injection
leaning back, placing hands behind my head
the sweat gathers in puddles
this empty bed
those hollow empty eyes
where nothing upon nothing
upon nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing
ever goes on
dance clown!
make a funny face
tell me a joke clown,
tripping over floppy feet and make up running
your deodorant smells like dog piss
thats a fact