cold wash cycle

she smokeys in a corner a bar at sparky cracked breath night he sifts to linger or hair of hers all red and brown and dust flakes of curls and dust and hot and stale a sky through rock sides tendons behinder eyes snapping powder crusted dusty blood he asks she answers him one normal word but normler cool he towers but crouched he drools and feel what feeling she field in days precede those true and smellbound air and water seemed new to a year now years claim water and air as data say put some dust in it your true friend a statistic now go log it in the grey binder now D57Y you'll never find the sea again nowhere there people don't be they're percentages they've two heads it's soon they're coming and be building bars out to sea again broom dusty floors over the sea and then new islands above the sea again and mermaids will get paid. i've lost a sweet friend to sea again and dust is friend i'm dust to a friend dust to the end no end to dust dust must floss before bed