Banging Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

Nothing but crime
in my throat,
Eyes as vague
as a Tuesday night,
Gasoline is my lipstick...

I set fire to your
deep forest kisses
before they had the chance
to become
banging

banging

banging

memories...

Those lyrical flames
in the sky
will love me more
than any slippery dick wink
in your eye
So don't come
banging

banging

banging

on this door...

These lips are now
nothing

but scars,
a testimony
that I chose the lesser pain