July 7, 2008

tossed into a reckless abandonment of cliche,
crushed flowers under heels of shoe-shined cocktail dresses, feathers and crimped eyelashes
lonely tables and full plates
empty eyes staring in wistful anticipation
clashing crashing entrance, exits upon realisation that there’s nothing
percocet dreams and valium nightmares
backbending arm stretches, handshakes for the unknown
temporal temples, worship for the.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: