Laughlines

Soaking bricks and tiles from sewage water, human fluids Reckless laugh-lines and visage so disillusioned Fingertips taste like steel strings Choking gas-lines and the skyline teases certain ruin Power outage endangers food and begets contusions Tearing lips, break and blistering Pieces of the movies Manhattan babies don't sleep at dawn cause they dread delusions Ponder and saunter on pipelines, spilling blood transfusions Mapping routes, making meaning Pieces of the movies Shards of shot glass, storm drains Stray spark catches butane Spewing from the frozen ducts Channels and vessels combust Like pressure and pleasures flesh My nostrils inhale your breath