Let’s Walk The Walls

Do yourself some damage.
I’ll howl the beacon out.
Send your criminal self.
Crawl or skulk.
Wear brief disguise.
We’ll do everything but fight.
It’s time to drink and drown.
Oasis: wrong side of town.
Simplify to growl.
Instinct knows where to find me.
Just slink around.
When you can’t hardly breathe no more,
that’s my door.
Lick your lips. It’ll open.
Slither right in on that snake of a grin.
We’ll rocket on some old NASA fuel.
Then eat down to the bone
until we’re good and greasy.
Dance in voodoo curse
until a victim somewhere zombifies.
Kiss in alien invasion.
Make love sci-fi.
Or tangle in maneater vines.
Revel in the wealth of a man
and woman unbound in sync.
Peel off clothes until we’re raw stems
rising from onion bulbs.
Rewild the floor.
Test the kitchen table.
Plummet into bed,
hit the mattress so hard
we must swim furiously
away from dead.
Forget rules of 2x4’s, gypsum and mortar.
Let’s walk the walls out 2 or 3 feet.
Puff the roof 8, 9 floors up.
Blow this house apart.
Let the neighbors watch.
You married water, left for dry money,
walk in sparks of static electricity.
But we’re free now, apart.
Dishes, oil changes, broken fence gates,
getting lost on the way to a wedding...
that’s what your office guy’s trained for.
Me? Demolition man.
Let’s walk the walls.