They weep in wonder as he sings...
crooning to them.
Starlings
all of them with sex in their eyes.
Longing to open wide for him
their nether mouths dripping for him...
but they will go home longing...
and alone
but for what fiends they can find
hanging outside the bar, buying their fixes
sewing up snitches
being the tattooed love boys they were born to be.
The smell of their addiction
Caressing their greasy flesh
Bangs that hang in clumps
across their pallid faces.
For a drink or a lick and a promise
these starlings can have a night of half hard fucks...
But I will take Him home.
And we will bleed the night away together...
in love and death.
And the starlings will still weep in wonder.
~Kory~
05/25/07
