Flesh
eating alien vampire sex on the moon
The
Shummle flight is uneventful
outside
the window: the final frontier
inside
he sees few prospects for fun
At
Dubya station he eyes vertical
lunar
beauties who make earthly
anorexics
seem plump
She
reels him to the bar from across the room
he
smokes into a wind from the planet of dry ice
The
usual lines dry up his tongue
swells
and his eyes water
he
can't remember how to open his wallet
She
pays in coins that glister in iridescent colors
she
pulls him to a room and his pants deliquesce
His
blind spot swells till even her
breasts
vanish but he smells her
with
his skin and brain
she
breaks the skin with horrifying appendages
she
burns him sucks him like a crawfish eats his head
They
never find him
not
even the bones hell
they
don't even find the room
The
end
Publ.
hungur 1, 2005
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