fast cars driving nowhere

They are tangles and tentacles
hair and flesh and hot breath
limbs that innocently rub against
lips that shape words and wounds
and deadly warfare
They are the now
and you are an old curiosity
a relic that has survived
to tell the oddest tales
They are invasive
like weeds
they thrive on abuse
Their glances bore into you
and become something caustic
Their names don't matter
their faces always change
Without even trying
they soak you to the bone
in sticky pheromones
bubble gum, endless Friday nights
music no one cares about
and fast cars driving nowhere
they will rule the world
but for now
they just want to play
cat and mouse with you.