because i sit outside

the spider isn’t helping me

these pages are smeared

with the corpses

of three mosquitos

who got past the web

and arrived in my face

i look

into

a bloodthirsty sky

and see

life

descend

my only defense

is

to live

i’ve given blood

tonight

and i don’t like

pin-head

brains

getting one over on me

in order to smoke

i am sweating out

bitch aliens

who live their nights

with ancient instincts

versus my eyes and speed

they move like times square

it’s all a con

no sooner do i have

my zipper down

and works out

than she lands

dead-center

on my deal

going for the mainline