April 5, 2007

Bubbles strung on strands
hung from ceiling lights… casting a glow
spittle and motes of dust travelling in a triangular angle from the beams
that fractured in the glasses.

Cherry lipstick and cocktails and liqueur.
Laquered table tops and patent leather
three inch stillettos.

mango lemonade
dash of rum, please thanks and get out.
dizzy dizzy drumroll,
thunder groans a mile away.

impending feelings, fake incentives,
an untrusting motive.

She slips silently
back, back back, burning brown
the tiny table tops, twinkling tears
saturating silky skin, sultry stories
somethings up and one is down.
the stairs were so steep tonight.


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