the only car on the raw sheer highway is riding the stars for him are only coat lining you cannot sweat a piebald horse and make it a steed i cannot take your want and make it a need people keep wasting you wasting you just to get a taste of you theyve been wasting you wasting you just to get a taste of you ted saw a black mans lips and a movie stars blond he shook her little bobby socks until the thrill was gone then her legs got blue like kali and her wet red mouth grew teeth and no matter how many women died for him hughes can get to sleep he had tasted her tasted her smiled right into the base of her he kept racing her racing her and stayed alive outpacing her blue bore the quiet land the best that he could he learned war and silent and understood the fleshy pages of women wet in the rain the rising water feeling no pain feeling no pain alone waits in him aches in him takes up more than it makes of him alone shakes in him hates in him thrums in the subway grate of him shel gathered rocks and twigs in her skirt shel got the tired drug to make her get hurt she ordered nature to her design she went to sleep and dream and it felt more fine it felt more fine that drug banked on her blanked for her never bowed to the higher rank in her it low sank in her drank in her never bothered with thanking her they keep wasting me wasting me eating up more than a taste of me this time shakes in me takes of me uses up more than it makes of me