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stripped down to this …
creepy lo-fi intensity
a dirty phonecall
to the babysitter
in a horror sequel
not a promise, more a threat
from springsteen’s strong arms
to shakey’s sweaty palms
all wet
something far less straight-
forward
than love or lust
more crooked,
moves back-
ward
off the beaten track
crab-scuttles sideways
a cockroach down a crack
his insistence sinister
background vocals
doppelganger,
whisper
and insinuate
bruce’s pure passion perverted
dragged off the main drag
this sidles down a seedy sidestreet
shadowy, illicit
before you know it
it’s too late
