rough things

she's not a swallow,
but she flies:
 ow I see what was up,
 let all cars return home.

I dance excessively with my wifey
our story was always straight,
no welts or grubs nor did the earth
chuck black clouds at us

if you keep an air conditioner at 72 you're cheatin' it,
when you come home to a damp towel
-- can someone give me a light outside?
I'll meet you anywhere you say
does it have an inside?
do you have an inside?

now, if you'll allow
me, I'm going to
suck out
the remaining
      poison