definitely not the back seat of your mother's buick

[thisnewday]

this love sears the flesh from my bones
sets my hair ablaze
makes me scream; mad, joyful,
into the London night

you are my jesus my heroin
my rock'n'roll my final release
and we burn wholes through the ozone
with wide, beautiful, dilated eyes

excerpted from, "What Kind of Love?"
from Songs from the Shooting Gallery
by Tony O'Neill

Burning Shore Press,
scheduled for release
Winter 2007