Express Yourself

The man whispers to an animal
in the dark apartment
full of squishy things like
Aerosmith and Cheap Trick.
Slabs of butter on the table
set for bread dice like in the olden
days when people played games
for what they'd eat. In the special temple
of forgiveness the leader dude
is all recumbent and enthused
because your disguise is working
as well as his. You build machines
and they come to life, in fact, they become
your friends and you take care of them
in the dark. In the warp and weft
of these nightly incursions into the slop
you got it going on and you are all that.