Scum like you and me

I found him,

smiling with sweat dripping down his nose in

a parking garage that smelled like pavement and perfume.

Your a rock and roll baby,

with hard guitar strings.

And six stds.

He's a rock and roll baby and im his fleas.

I don't mind the mistakes and itchy bumps,

if only I can hear your

dissonant "I want you."

Right in my ear on the pillow.

I got affection and the best pot of your life,

right here waiting with your name on it.

Scum like you and me

only need tight pants and

songs about sex and politics.

We only need to scrape the bacteria off

our tongues.

When we kiss I have coins on my closed eyes

so you think im dead.

Then you cant see what im thinking,

so im still your mystery.

I'll never take your headphones off,

or release the smoke you blew in my mouth.

You like the scrape of my feelers,

you'll never take that flea bath.

We both know I can make you twitch

like its 70's.