Ha ha. Charade in a graveyard mall

People

Crowds of people

Virus murdering Mercury jab.

Oh, you are so near.

I want to know you better.

I want to plumb and close your depths,

Feel your latitude,

Touch you because now I can

inhabit your skin

Let us trade lies and proximity

All that we love, all we disdain:

Giant gumdrop drinking fountains

Handfuls of rock candy mountains

Sustenance from our very marrows

Juice of our juice in a vial

Disease vector have-a-nice-day jab

     beyond this lonely desert stretch

people flower, rows and columns

burbling human bouillabaisse

surface still, sound incandescent

Desire. Delight.

soul-dragged, decadent, and oh so jabbed.

Your useless lips too cracked to open 

words too mean to say

words mean too much to say

words feed empty air

you are so hungry, so lonely, but here you are 

Jabbed.

Oh my! Did I jab a skewed pattern in lipstick

There on your forehead counter—

Sixteen skewered by a wisp of smoke?

Stiffen up.

Yes you believe in my make believe.

Love and suffer more.

And I marvel at my lips for milking your soul

Jabbing it dry.

So jabbed now

You are so broken and so jabbed

Pumping flaccid bicycle tires

That nozzle so deep I have to tease it out

What is that spatchcocked against my teeth?

Sphinx shining with sniffling vindication

Strikes a pose but that sucker can pump

Back and forth like jerking it off

And you laugh because you are jabbed too