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aural fixation and cannibal boy

breeze into town, a little on their asses

with three cans of a 12 pack still remaining



they stumble into the art gallery

coughing up the big city dialog

sounding witty to them

but mostly just edgy and silly

and profane



six more complimentary beers later

and we are in the world of abandon

the gallery closes and we are moving



aural fixation's kiss

dances in front of me like ceiling fan

but it is too public to enjoy the subtle texture

of her expensive lipstick



we travel back to the town of ice

and stop at the house of sun

for food and margaritas



cannibal boy drinks one and leaves one

and is drunk for the night

he is now the talking parrot of entertainment



we follow c-boy's stumble into town

arm and arm, aural fixation and i giggle

at the drunken stagger ahead of us

holding tight, not knowing this will be

the most intimate embrace we will share

this weekend



on the dance floor we sway hips

this is my excitement

and when cannibal boy is searching

for slumber, i collect a kiss or two

from the magic of aural's mouth

it is like a whisper of delight



it is all i have wished for for weeks

her kiss is a sharp crease in my book of memories



the night will end with tears rolling down aural fixation's cheek

as she explains her entanglements of love



then she will seek out dreams about kidneys

i will massage her back, not knowing

the weekend of anticipated charm is now over