Broken Star Streets

Slamming the night like 90 proof drinks, stilettos click along broken star streets. Spinning like wolverines in a badass heat swallow the strobe lights-puke up the beat. Time cracks when black knights blitz when cherries are on fire, and nobody gives two chits when suave turns into busted dream liars. Midnight blindsiding angels-everyone is a kite. Nylons are smoking - running a little bit higher. Concrete shacks turned to pulsing pink ritz. With pink potholes and slippery pricks. Night winding down, henchmen move in. Last call of their lives is etched on the wind. Glitter backsliding into graffiti and grit. All the good vibes slammed into bed. red bleeding to blue bleeding to half past dead. Ninety proof knights chest to chest spraying hate like 38 calibers led. Youth floating down in bottlecap alley ...quite dead.