the chase

he was chasing her across borders and through crowds

to some unmentionable end

while the man in black busted out beats

microwave dinners and seven hour bus rides

were the means to the end

though to what end she hadn’t a clue

she was longing for the scent of talcum

and the opposite of fumbling, sweaty outpourings

in the backseats of mustangs

without effort he was obliging

while her mother tsk tsked in the background

ever wary of a junkie daughter motive

a girl is wondering if she should come around here anymore

and thinking that maybe the demons

are willing to be quiet long enough

for him to catch up with her

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