Midnite Vultures

Botox injections Chemical solvents Making midnight movies Contaminated actors Living on a farm Harnessed to a life of protein and equipment Gristling in grain Soft nights Everyday a reaction to the affection Manholes and light towers walking down imitation streets Little girls with plastic cameras And shops full of cold cuts and candy Feeding the trains and bisecting the night Hand grenades in the trash Medics running from the sun She borrowed cartilage wire Tracing my face With broken hands