a page not torn from mao's little red book

the air warm & soft
the sky purpled like a bruise
the moon is a hang nail
while above it venus tried on her best fuck-me looks
we are in love it seems with everything
if i can remember
we shopped tonight at circuit city's deadlight sales
combing the racks
no mind & not looking
we found it anyway in the parking lot
among the big mac wrappers
& soggy cigarette butts
if i can remember
we are in love